Over The Wash Basins That Emmolliate Themselves Over The Sun Poem by Robert Rorabeck

If life happens to slip away
Over the bushes where the little girls have had
At play,
Now all the time blushing and runaway:
Then there will be some good in the world;
It will be two by two,
And the airplanes will come down like creation
And mix with the blue
Over the trees and carports
And the other mixed stains of the earth:
Then if I will be there to see it,
And if my father will be there open mouthed like
A desert
We will listen to the fat girl sing together
Over the wash basins that emolliate themselves over
The sun.