Raining Now Poem by Robert Rorabeck

I rip off—the times of her eyes—
Like paper roses clasped like tissue paper in
The hands of an unrequited
Chimpanzee—
We kissed in the zoo sometimes
Long ago,
The adulterous fairy tale
That the ducks and the imposters wondered
About—
So few words spoken from an amphibian’s
Heart not knowing which
World she belonged to,
While the shopping malls pretend to be
Churches,
And we were just getting started,
But when it rained
She didn’t want to come over to my
House and make love—
Well, it is raining now
And she is still not here