Like A Smothered Wish Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Pea sized versions of the truths who lie scattered
Like uncaged pearls in a bathtub,
In the grottos of cleansing spirits who are just polishing off
The knees of little girls who are getting ready
To fly away to college,
Like fires getting up the nerve to metamorphosis into
Wishes,
While the dragons all remain as red as fire trucks and all of
Them according to their unions:
Hallucinations who stare out at the wind blown tents of
Revivals all throughout the corners of a desolate
New Mexico
Around whose corner some copper trumpet has been blowing,
Becoming drowned out through the repopulations of
The twin markets of stores
Unto who so many mothers are beckoned like wet tears
Across the rounded stones,
Until they are either sharpened or dulled,
But in their spaces and high heels become rather pleasing
But keeping on moving as the chatters of echoes,
Until the finally unreels and envelops the green, and they
Are all rounded up until the shapes of a zoetrope are finally
Recognized and misplaced by a single finger,
Like a smothered wish, and they are brought back to their
Trailer parks
And without another word stop making love.