Dreams Of Life Not Far From The Zoo Poem by Robert Rorabeck

There are great places to live and die
Under the skyway of peacock plumes;
You can sit on your porch all day and look at a
Sky filled with blowing scars;
You can make love in the afternoon to who you
Choose, the buffet of wives and honeymoons:
For a few dollars more, you can have dancing girls
And cocktail parties, and hot air balloons;
And invite your friends over to look at cars;

Anyway you look at it there’s a downhill slope,
To the unanswerable graveyard: friend or foe,
You’re going there, win or lose,
But from the freshly painted windows of this nesting
Living room, the pain goes down easier,
The liquor blooms like spikenard in the sunburn yard,
And you can do exactly as you choose,
And catch the newspaper every morning from your front
Yard in a robe and dancing shoes;

You can buy it all and outlive the bank,
And watch the weather blow across the roof in her sororities,
You can put some gas in the tank and drive in and out of
Your restive loci,
Or ride a bicycle just the same, for it is such a lazy, summer
Game to live here and listen to the mating echoes from the zoo,
Like a miniature version of your childhood,
Flashing through the trees and canopy; If you find yourself
There tomorrow, then sit and nod and wait for me.

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