For One Of Them To Turn Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Barbie’s around the cloy
Flutes of spears,
Forgotten sisters of girls in
College, like Disney World,
Undulations of the fun rhythms
The saber tooth tigers
Enjoy,
Looking up all night long,
The stars like a cane field of
Burning rum,
Hurrying together in the stores
Already torn down
In ellipses of dog tracks
Masticating off the main
Route to
Canterbury,
The mountains rising up like
Steps, like fountains,
Where they sit to enjoy like
Statuaries in a
Game of graceful degrees
Everything that they
Are expected to
Learn,
As I watch this scantily clad harem
Unconditionally,
Just hoping for one of
Them to turn.