The Cats Sunning There Poem by Robert Rorabeck

All the children laughing through their fingers of
Crime, and words starting out this way like hobos,
But it seems to me that it will still never rain until I have felt
Your amber heavens in my bed,
And we have done things to one another that you swore we
Would never do again:
Such was today, when our fieldtrips lit out like angels, and we
Found each other returning to the same destination,
And we were so exacting that no other two individuals could be
Said to be doing the same as us;
And it didn’t rain, but even so you had to drive away:
And I watched the empty streets, or the cats sunning there,
Never surer that something was missing that belonged.