Like Melting Snow Poem by Robert Rorabeck

There was the Alamo somewhere underneath
The sun
And forgotten boys underneath the sun
And horses they would ride
And rivers and flowers beside the river:
Or just the daylight from long ago, while I was
Trying to breathe somehow outside of
The shopping malls
Where I collected these things, or stole them
From the busied, harrowed shelves,
While all of the daylight was a go:
And the houses that we all live in burned down
In their rows; but after midnight,
After the catastrophes had all come to an end,
The wild jasmine grew
And perfumed her nocturnal dresses that diademed
Her hidden show: for years she was my secret
Muse- even she didn’t know- but she remains
My muse and my lover,
And I long for the sudden nights where our bodies
Caress like melting snow.