For The Fireworks Show Poem by Robert Rorabeck

I told you that I jerk off underneath my sister’s
Car three or four times a day for you,
Alma, and your aunt said it was only natural
While the students were moving as busy as you please
Between their two or so classes of
Love making,
While Sharon was putting her hands on clay
Never realizing that she would end up book ended between
The highest and sweetest clefts in Colorado:
Or that you would take a bus through the frontera and end up
Here,
As the gods zoomed and the white man made his bread off
Your sweat and bones,
Never hardly even realizing how beautiful you are:
Immortal like a well who still feeds from the marrow of the
Country of your childhood,
A place you have taken me to once or twice while all the
Rest of the world was sleep,
And the rains came in staccato over the flash pan roofs
Of all the cars waiting breathlessly for the fireworks show
I wished that you would attend.