In The Room Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Little separates us but those canals
And even then we are close enough to spit,
And we can go on for 365 days a year
Like good outboard motors,
And then Christmas and on and on:
And we can continue anywhere from this,
Because we are all one and the same,
The only difference being our society
And our hair colors,
Which are illusions;
And my legs are tremulous like plum trees
From swinging in the balmy pines,
Kicking sweet disillusionment,
And you are just about as pretty as Disney World,
And you belong there thoroughly enjoyed in perm
Caracoles,
In little aquatic habitats in bikinis,
Though you would probably rather marry a successful
Lawyer or a television producer,
I can still see you there, sunbathing for many an eye,
Like the dun houses across the canal all in their
Simple rows,
Like mollusks in the shoals, and I love you,
But I guess I can love just about anyone as the airplanes
Proceed like minnows and giant fish through their
Escalating levels of sky,
As long as you are not their competition in the room.