In The Daydreams Poem by Robert Rorabeck

All of the day falling through your summits while
The watermelons keep cool in your wells:
I write you love letters,
But your valentines read what the hell:
And this has been the standoff for so long, circulating,
Basking in the epiphanies of the roadside
Rodeos:
I loved you, even double chinned with love:
And it takes so long to remember
The shadows of our
Doppelgange of twins- as my young, young parents
Delivered me up into another high school above
Or beneath the clouds and tried to tell me things
That I could not possibly ever prove:
But there they were, already rounded
Like resurrected Easter eggs: but there they were,
In the pretty fakeness of another Disney World we all
So happily traveled up to:
Somnolence in the busses of any catastrophe- starving,
Counting the yokes drooling from any open mouths:
And there they were,
I suppose starving on any Christmas and you couldn’t
Figure out if you loved me,
But the flight of the airplane was almost done-
As our Christmases floated over the skies of flea markets,
As I supposed to myself in the daydreams I had never won.