In The Parapets In The Sun Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Ambered joy in the parapets
In the sun and the clouds—
I wait for you at lunch or
In the middle of math-
While the daydreams of the busses
Turn around and around-
And we can partake of ourselves
Here in the soft nonsense—
In the purple and the nebulous—
And I can promise you no need
For revolutions, or
Politian's or cockpits—
But there will not be any need for daylight
Because there will already be so many
Fireworks—
And envelops for lovers forever
As the playgrounds laugh over the graveyards
Without ever imaging of coming to an end.