Old Memories Of High School Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Old memories of high school,
Like a vineyard tantalizing my lips from
The elbows of a voluptuous airplane—
While my wife whistles like
A ghost,
And our first child plays baseball in her
Belly—
And the fish swim,
Certain there is someplace still left to
Survive—
Like the phosphorous of forget-me-nots
Burning over the forgotten playgrounds
The ill begotten governments have all
Taken down—
The missing playgrounds I once swung on
With my evil muses—those beautiful
Girls whose hearts went missing while
Their husbands just so happened to
Be out of town.