The Easiest Thing She Does Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Horses are green:
My house is yellow, but I am still right here:
Across from here, there is another house,
But who cares what color it is:
The color of my muse’s eyes are brown:
She doesn’t live too far from here-
I talk to her some times a day,
But otherwise I do my work, and try to breathe:
When she calls me, I fall in love:
I fall in love, and remember how sometimes it is so easy
To cause an echo,
And when I take her out to lunch, we share our eyes,
And I have listened to her heart, beating inside of her while
She has laid on my bed: but when he calls her,
She goes back to him:
Like eager pennies in a wishing well, like silver
Minnows in the stream,
Never minding the beautiful mines of my forest, singing
To her with captivated bears and foxes: yes,
She goes back to him, and that is the easiest thing she does.