Constellations Enojing Themselves Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Mouthing off a pace in the proximity of
Hoarse sparrows
Who should have already flown off:
Looks like its going to rain again, and looks like
The power lines will be bedecked in icicles
For another while;
And why should I be doing this while the world is
Flooding,
While cars are piling up outside of auctions and
Drive in movie theatres,
While children are piling up outside of school and
Some in sand boxes;
And you have your little castle doublewide in the
Weeds,
And you were mouthy to me yourself just once
The way the most precious of pollens pincushion the
Sky;
And I can hear it like lions cry before a feast;
And then your friends come in the yard and there is a bonfire
And so many trucks,
And eyes fill with the light of other eyes, none my own,
Because I don’t know how to do that to dance like nothing
More than constellations enjoying themselves.