Into Her Eyes Everyday Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Something gibbous just made a sound
Over the traffic which is always motioning like
A snowy reception on the tube of this
Hazy town,
And the sea is just there on the other side of 95-
My muse, but I wonder if I should
Ever go and see her,
Because even when I am in town,
I never go courting my muse,
Too afraid to be found out, to knock on the effluvious
Door of her tide.
She might not let me in- Even worse,
She could laugh at me;
It is better to leave her to her natural motions,
To the easy boys and tourists she lets flood into her
Eyes every day.