Swing-Sets Above The Clouds Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Pretty girls with bared brown
Shoulders
And prettier girls from Mexico
Slinging apples
In the fruiteria in the land of
Metamorphosis:
See how things change before the
Wooden eyes of the marionettes
Hung on their wooden pegs
Beside the coat racks
Beneath the aurora borealis
In the middle of the night—
The cat and the fox
Making love and stealing all of their
Gold,
The dolphins getting lost amidst
The washing machines—
And the daylight and the moonlight
Spinning,
Spinning like princesses up on
The screen in a movie theatre
Whose
Machinations never see conclusion:
Like the serpent hanging in a pitchfork of
Orange trees,
Looks up through the bleeding clouds
To see the hidden steps of glory he
Has fallen down from,
His beautiful sisters flying up there
In their perpetual swing-sets above the clouds.