The Crops That Your Uncle And My Tio Attend Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Bandy-legged but wearing your favorite color of
Helmet with Ulysses’ wings:
I float on the clouds the mariposas struggle for,
And I pay to sneak into the zoo with you Alma, last Monday,
While my parents were losing the fruiteria,
While the grand Canyon sank another foot and dreamed the
Red dreams of mars:
And we kissed in the alligator’s house, and I could not tell if
It shed a tear,
But the cars were very far away, and the bridge took us over
The tanning salons of the water moccasins:
And we kissed and looked at the animals and watched
The birds fly and the American girls talk about them:
It felt so very good to hold your hand and walk as far away
As we could from the failing terrain,
And watch the dreamy fish flip and fly always forwards in
Their succeeding canals,
Over the crops that your uncle and my tio attends.