How To Ride Bicycles Poem by Robert Rorabeck

The night is almost pretty like a fun house
Cast off its solar light bulbs,
And the breeze can say anything in the night,
And she can walk right over the pools
Of the elite houses looking in through the backyard’s
Windows,
And see that the fine, fine families are fast,
Fast asleep,
And the words that went throughout the day unspoken
Lie with them,
Cozy like a shadowy fire:
And there are entire seas milking beneath their eyes,
And anyways,
The alligators are tied up like zippers in love and sated
With their unlucky golfers,
And last month was Halloween, but I rarely have enough;
So that the cat ate the poisoned lobster,
And now we walk the neighborhood together,
Both of us purring, imagining you fast asleep wearing your
Plastic berets all fast and ready for school,
So then tomorrow you can leap straight up,
While we pine on with the cups of pine cones in the shadows,
Still wishing we knew how to ride bicycles.