In A Comely Zoo Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Contagions of the landscaping of the world:
Flowers flaming their hair for cars:
Two tiny windmills on the corner of our store, like
Harmless monsters,
And it tells us that out bodies have blown up to enormous
Sizes:
The girls we have loved from high school have turned away,
And kissing the stamens of other gentlemanly surprises
Having nothing more to us to say;
But Sharon, our sweet muses, has wished us a happy birthday,
So now all of the world can go down many leagues into dungeons
And kiss and pocket all of those corduroy dragons,
The stolen hullabaloos and wealths of Easter Eggs:
And I have been out myself into the middle of the lagoon, of the
Sunken prairie,
Have felt the arrowheads of sunken stewardesses kissing my feet
Like my aunt Mary,
And offering my naked if scarred soul promises of weddings too;
But I tell her I have no more room for promises to marry,
Unless she is a Mexican, and her soul is migratory, illegal, and poisonous
While the silhouettes of school buses reflect for miles across the
Desert,
Sending us on wild goose chases while our doppelgangers kiss the
Lips of aunts name marry in between the pretty cages of the pretty
Animals in a comely zoo.