With Another Softness Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Beginning with another softness
Like light in the woods lost before crepuscule
And wondering all about dinner—
A little girl wandered off meant to see the fair
That has picked up and moved away,
The lover she would never know—
Until other fears come around in the sky:
The dragons in the rivers, the witches in the moons:
She sits in a circle of fungus sucking her thumbs:
They are as red as her cheeks;
I am afraid she is lost—
The busses go down the roads, and the bicycles after
Them—the fiancés on their way to affairs of school
Will never see her again,
As she is abducted under tear under the stolen
Light of the moon.