If You Are Around Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Who do you think I am now that the night pedals,
And most of the shoppers are done;
And don’t you think it so sad, Alma, that I haven’t as of yet
Bought our bicycles,
But Alma, I am listening to beautiful music:
It feels like your skin,
And I wish I was more beautiful and easier to be understood by
You
Alma:
Tomorrow I will see you, but I doubt you will be entirely pleased
By me until sometime in the afternoon,
Which is about the hour that you seem to come around,
And the cat fish are so fat and so round,
And they are always surfacing through the sweet and young canals
Just to see if you are coming around
Alma. Just to see if you are around.