In Their Colors Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Dogs lay brilliant beside their home:
The entire mountain has burned, and Alma has run
Away to Ocala:
When I made love to her, it was just after her husband
Made love to her
Coming down on father’s day across Palmetto-
And her breasts had two nipples where he seemed to
Have sucked in unison,
And I made love to her as the day grew dark,
And the ants returned home,
Marching- and the dogs closed their eyes and in
Their colors, dreamed.