The Ethereal Fables Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Yellow ribbons around your favorite ponies-
As your little sister swells in the meadow
Underneath the mountains I climbed a decade ago:
She remains so sweetly even
After the trout fall, blossoming, dreaming of
Tattoos and piercing,
As her older sister gets up in the morning to
Gallop to Ocala:
My muse, where are you now, across so many
Railroad tracks, passing around
The strange estuaries where you swore
And spit and gave her cadaverous sacrifices
Of your love,
And the pine trees waited along the spines of
The mountain that fires kindled
Until her birthday was over, and around midnight
The bears carried torches approaching her,
Cognoscente of their ancient memory and
The ethereal fables in which they abounded.