She Doesn'T Write From Overseas, Which Is Understandable Poem by Robert Rorabeck

German Shepherd drools on my forearm where
I killed a horsefly today-I broke a horseshoe
Once and cursed the game.
I have dark circles under my eyes, really impenetrable
Scars.
That is why I am sweet and so high, and anonymous.
I really am happy and she is going on a cruise.
Where is she going? The sea is the news- How many
Cities lost in the waves,
How many ashes of dead grandmothers? It really is a
Beautifully thing to hang the bell on-
Christmas time and snowflakes sweat through the sloughs.
My father pays me for my troubles,
But I don’t draw mountains anymore- I’m responsible
For the kids. Fairies ride sword-fish we hang on the
The fiberboard walls; bright fairies gossip and sauna inside
Vacated tortoise shells we put our galoshes on to dry;
Their little wings are rainbows cut out from the sky
Where airplanes are leaping, always leaping- aren’t they
Going now, but into the giant world where people who fall
In love are always growing bigger and bigger,
But I don’t know why, but leave your shoes outside the door,
And come with me and we’ll find out how, just won’t we now.