In The Mountains Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Playing around with elbows before
School starts with the big boys- and with
Baseball and possibly alligators,
Because they are all right here, underneath the
Hypothetical ceiling fans,
Sweltering- and there isn’t a jot left to be
Disclosed: they will start school,
And the children will survive by eating themselves
And the classrooms of them will divide through
The architectures- and some of them will be
As pretty as candy,
And some of them will daydream of the waves,
And some of their mothers will clean the school
Afterwards-
But this will not be in Mexico, because she is no
Longer for me-
But up in the mountains I am sure the airplanes
Sleep and dream, and dream of so many
Things that I have already abandoned.