Song Of Crackling Orchards Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Song of crackling orchards—
Of a rainbow flying over my house the
Same time a stray cat sharpens herself above—
Different levels of the atmosphere—
While windmills wait in their valley along the
Succulent lips of a sea in which the
Coral rises in all of the nepotisms of the playground
Of graveyards she gives to evaporation and
Metamorphosis beneath the sun until
Another day is giving all that she has—
And my father's horses are running—continuing
And enunciating themselves to a finish line,
A ribbon, a river—there deer lactate around, drizzling
To the sand lions, as the panthers hunt the conquistadors
And they themselves—until a storm calls them
All indoors—and only a unicorn remains staring for
A mile over the classrooms I keep trying to describe.