In The Nameless Adventures Poem by Robert Rorabeck

After school so many points on a road
Home through the forest
Where so many nameless fires burn
And so many wolves
Are trying to sell things
And have sex beside the road where the
Canals are dredged only a few feet
But hiding an infinite undertow-
And all the otters and mermaids
A growing boy can imagine:
While the route off the path leads to the Emerald
City,
And somewhere in a secret cove
Far away from the yearnings of my mother’s
Washing machines,
Your lips waiting for me in the semidarkness,
Jewels of a juvenile
Affair partaking in all of their mindless truth-
As I step out of the way to find you,
To join in you another day in the nameless adventures
They do not teach you in school.