From So Far Away Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Slowly,
If we had the same shift,
I would want to make love to you in front
Of the big mirror in the changing room.
And when my brother in law gets here
Maybe I will go up to the north side of
The old renaissance park
Next door to the junior college I went to
After you had gone up to Gainesville and
Forgotten me,
And make discombobulated love to a $25 dollar
Spanish whore:
Because I can do that,
And I’ve been to Spain and I want to go back again
And I want to have thirty two birthday candles
Burning in my hair
So tucked away like a plum tree tremulous atop
Her red clay we might
Blow them all out together like wishing a genie out
Of her hairy bottle
And wish for anything,
But I would wish all the time for a house for you
To come down to in near the sea
The wolves couldn’t blow down,
And you could bring your daughter,
If you could learn to love and see from so astonishingly
Far away.