Going To See The Wizard Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Share in my city
These emerald illusions:
Where the jaded fox leaps
For the bridesmaid’s unripened fruits,
Unaware that he is a fable,
And just too short to reach,
Her expectations: His purpose is
Salivating over the tallest
Girl standing like a tree in front of
The row of olive pews:
They are singing untried songs,
While little boys and girls
Are rushed to the bathroom:
The sea is waltzing in the lime streets:
The sea that no one believes
Can be real,
Because her eyes are just as salty:
Her eyes that birth green ink
Which has smeared our world
And flooded it
Doing away with golden picture books
In the shallow estuaries where
Reptiles crowd
Like a new wave of immigrants,
The bejeweled frogs,
The streamline snakes,
The ambidextrous salamanders,
And the age-old crocodiles:
The fractal cacophony of the sparkling jungle:
Close your eyes,
And they will reverberate inside of you,
Like glass smoothed in the waves’ undulations:
Offering you a scented kiss
Carried over the oldest hills
The words they keep cupped in books,
And the silver slippers
Which can bring us home.