The Afternoon's Royal Sky Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Awakened into the morning of your
Echo:
I can hear the lawnmower purring beneath the
Dragonflies:
The dragonflies are cerulean,
But they do not know your name, as the airplants
Blush in the armpits of the cypress
And my little sister comes outdoors,
Blond and satanic:
She at first kisses a crocodile,
And then a coral snake before going back indoors:
And I wait for you amidst the
Mortified litters beneath the papered trees
As cicadas disrobe on the bark,
Like knights becoming naked for
Witches,
And the airplanes bath in the yawning and leonine
Throats of the afternoon’s royal sky.