Lo And Behold Poem by Robert Rorabeck

A lilac sprig pressed in a playground of an otherwise emptied
Middle-class estuary:
See how the metals of children rust when they are made to go to school
And the housewives are in town
And their daddies are in town too:
Children make-believe in a séance until they are all grown up,
The lions yawn-
And the houses they grew up in turn green and the trees fall all around
Them-
The schools continue with their processes.
Blindness is a fever along the road. Beautiful women come and go.
The traffic of their eulogies carries a wind that uplifts the flags
And makes them seem safe.
Toothless and plasticine dinosaurs unlocked with katydids
Amused with broken promises the women,
Metamorphosed from the smiles of crocodiles,
And come up upon the banks of the amusement parks of frozen childhoods:

In the glass and ether, they commit to relationships,
Taking pictures amidst the Paleolithic,
Warm hands holding in the blindness- the stars crawl about and buzz-
The traffic of eyes moves down a bucolic armpit-
They are married inside the bastions of amusement parks the armies of
Cypress all around them-
Abortive dreams losing their slumbers, a forest of embers creeps through
Their picnics.