Out Of Esoteric Necessity Poem by Robert Rorabeck

We died on school buses in the rich morning of
Some indescribable consumption,
And girls loved us while we were green;
And we attended to our gardens underneath the portables
With the rattle snakes and jack rabbits while some
Old woman taught math;
And after school while our parents were still picking lettuce,
We played football until we kicked some pretty boy in the temple
And were sent off courting to the office;
But it was a really pretty mystery, and now two decades or so
Later we will have our first plot of land and a little house
So close to the sea that we can hear her waves roaring as she
Feeds them all the felicity of her gold fish, and boys even younger
Then us keep slipping into her boudoir dreaming that they should
Be her princes, as she bares the rich staples of her shoulders,
And her corals purr and her seahorses maintain in her shallows
While some unseen ballerina, like a housewife on the lamb underneath
The sweet orchards of an undying moon vacuums the frolicking
Esplanades out of esoteric necessity.