Blue Windmills Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Red fountains
Over blue windmills
And then there be
Cadmium swans burning into
Vermillion swans-
Won’t you see how they change,
How they awaken for us like
Fireworks spewing their two minute
Guts
In the frantic dance of their life
Crying sparks over all of those things
That seem to want to change,
Turning around frantically,
But never changing-
And thus living while they live,
As we- those swans
Become those things that were
For them.