I'Ve Put You In The Fairly Benevolent Surrender Of The Sky Poem by Robert Rorabeck

I've put you into the corner where it doesn't hurt
So much to look at you—
The coral snakes come up and kiss your feet just
Like the corners of my cheeks,
And the sun comes out after the rain—other words
I don't know about you,
But I will take shelter in my classes and oh my gosh—
Why, you've already gone home,
Discreetly in your corvette—too busily to give me
Any of your numbers—as the boys watch you
And then step inside to watch something else they
Would like to forget.