That Clearing Between The Pines Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Days in your town gloriously are shopping.
New students come in late in the summer, but now they
Are so cold- The wind is blowing its magnum opus over
The sun,
But all of you are too busy to listen: Even you are too busy,
A venal muse high strung on her own sweet musings.
You’ve got a new car, and that’s really something:
High over the rivers of the earth you drive in your new car,
And every day there is a new love with roses as blue as
Velvet cut and horny in the younger boy’s arms;
It is something his parents have paid for (they were so
Happy considering his charms) and the world comes out
Between that clearing between the pines,
And sweeps you clean,
And bl#ws your minds.