Room Of Open Sky Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Rainbows have dog tags- beautiful words
Don’t belong in picture books:
And you are in his arms,
Brown as the beautiful woods from your
Country of
Mexico-
Airplanes shoot like silver dollars skipping in
An evaporated lake over the forts
That you took-
Mestizo- I will never love you again,
Not as my dog loves me- not as a blind man loves
The languishes of sunlight and
Fireworks everyday like a holiday where highways
Are rivers
Where your children get older and sleep underneath
Mailboxes, spread out over the hot and
Crippling light- the total antithesis of Disney
World,
And the dreams of housewives- You float beneath
The stewardesses like the true cousins of the heavens-
And you don’t even know that you are,
But I remember-
Brown shoulders in a lunch room of open sky,
And your eyes all over my naked sadness, wishing to
See joy and summoning birthdays.