Personifies Poem by Robert Rorabeck

I will not see Diana tomorrow.
What I’ll do is travel straight across this
Peninsula fat and strung off of shell-fish,
Leaping with my young family to see a
Great uncle,
A father figure who’s good at tennis:
In the moribund sport of trailer parks,
The sea in its unending spume of caged sparrows;
Then I will think of Sharon,
Her world a music box in Colorado, turning snowflakes
As delicate of souls,
Making real movies:
Then I will think of Sharon and the make-believe of
Her daughter
As we pass so many billboards and alligators, both of
Those species, selling the same thing to the eyes,
Products of peace and sanctuary,
Gifts of a dying body to feed and nourish the animalistic
Deity, like a fuguing trumpet
My muse of open spaces and ice covered slides
Personifies.