In The Midway Of An Overgrown Jungle Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Filling up on a carnival of lactates while just
About anybody dreams,
As their houses burn down while the slopes are
Covered with snow that approaches
The knees: the opal bowls, holding the grapes in their
Sundries
The fjords effortlessly iced so that the dragons skate:
And the daughters curl to their mothers’
Tendering inoffensive foxes suckling legumes,
Her brown body in a midway of an overgrown jungle
Where everything floods and blooms.