Maidens Of Various Color Poem by Robert Rorabeck

There are unreal lands where
Maidens love me
Blue maidens and
Yellow maidens and
Even green maidens,
And I can smell the pollens on the prairies,
And the light skips the names of the higher words,
And hawks circle me and know my name,
And I can see reasons in their eyes,

But sometimes I can’t go to sleep.
Just in case, I hide a gun,
And I can dropp the red into the river
If I have to wake up,
The ancient tongues of children,
The clay of crippled pots, each shard a rib denoting the
Secret eddies in her long vivacious dress,
The stemmed spores she drinks
And places them under smooth stones,

And yet, there are unreal lands where
Maidens love me
Blue maidens and
Yellow maidens and
Even green maidens,

Where deaths steps gently in the diminutive
Shade of purple thistles,
Leaving the tracks which crawl on sallow bellies,
Fearing what the sun might do....