Like A Watercolor Left Out In A Sun Shower Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Poems for grown up boys who still like the look
Of their mothers:
Hot rooms too without air conditioning- usually unusual thoughts
Can grow,
Looking up into the way she turns out, reasoning the air
Like a deck of cards:
And you can lie there and say that I am the prettiest boy alive:
Like a wolf who’s seen the dentist,
Look at all my unknicked knives: I can pull Colorado anywhere,
I can sunder her, and make her speak like a rabbit does
Of endives,
I can roll my words like a lover’s fingers through her hair:
I can make the azure in her eyes follow what I have to say to her,
To cause continents and storm fronts that make her stare more
Imperfect,
Like a watercolor left out in a sun shower;
And thus more beautiful.