Of Another's Good Time Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Dandelions lying with dragonflies in the pools
And swirls of perfume—
Lying on their bellies and looking up
At the busses of clouds—
The thoughts that are filled with little girls,
And the fairytales of stewardesses
When they once read nursery rhymes
And had not been out on picnics
With the Arabs,
Or been down the Mississippi of Broadway—
While I was looking up at you:
How I’ve forgotten I looked up at you,
Jewel in the haunts of day laborers
In the orchards of Mexicans—
And coins skipped across the make believe
Borders—the way Indians once lived
On the sage and the brine:
The way lakes once clouded the hinterlands—
Like the lines in a loved- one’s palm,
While she sat looking out a window,
While the conquistadors conquered the shores
Of another’s good time.