Dancing Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Dancing,
Dancing, stars and elbows:
Another song underneath
A river:
Another place that cannot survive burning
In the ribbons;
But it takes awhile, accumulating to
The dragon in another world.
While the mermaids sing and then they
Teeth on the pilots
Who came down just so they because-
And I know it doesn’t
Make any sense while I ride my bicycle
And look for beauty wherever she may
Be underneath the heavens of
Loose change.