Mile To Mile Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Ladders that defeat their roofs
Raise up splendidly to
Cut their throats for
So many unrequited promises
Of promissory notes;
While jets fly off over the sea,
Or to Mexico;
While the juvenile hurricanes
Hypnotize and then flit
Away without doing
A great amount of
Damage;
It is why you are flirting
With him, Alma;
Because you like to smile,
While the lions
Are baptized;
And then they lick the
Hummingbirds from your
Hollow wrists,
Never losing eye contact,
While the truants
Sneak away from
Their buses of midgets,
And the circus packs up to travel
From mile to mile.