Globe, New Mexico Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Apache of my soul cantankerous'as luxurious and as
Blue eyed as any of my muses'
Waitressing in Globe, New Mexico 'I saw you last
Year while setting up tents to
Sale fireworks 'in a world that is not yours,
You pretend to be busy in the backyards of my mind'
As my otherwise subconscious skips school and
Messes around 'a truant upon another neighbors roof,
Before any of the stars of the world unfurl'
Just another make-believe making itself known'
Beautiful knots already sewn into the fabric'
You probably live in a trailer park 'and the river sings your
Name as you awaken next to him
Never knowing who you are 'with eyes cast away into
Another movement of the ever concealing clouds.