In A Museum Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Down at the casements and banisters
Of another wedding in a museum in
Michiganâ€"
The parks not very far awayâ€"possibilities of
Playgrounds cooling in to the tresses of
Dusk,
A few apples blooming,
A few airplanes touching down over the bloodless
Graveyards populated by the ultimatums
Of our families and plastic flowers in
Horns of tinâ€"
Paid for by a tenth of the day’s wagesâ€"
As the dogs go around and around the tracksâ€"
Betting of familiar wages,
As my wife crawls to sleep agoâ€"Across so many
Seasâ€"I voyage to find her,
Intrepidly vested in my weekly scars and
Drunken delusionsâ€"I will find her and lay her down
Upon the road that I call a bed
And pay someone to stop the traffic so we can
Make love.