The Fairytales Of An Ocean Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Laughing, finding shelves of turtles
Like hordes of
Rhinoceroses and candied apples baking
On the easements of the canal—
Blue gills waking up early to
Sing for the stork's breakfast—
The homeless men fasting on beer
And the clearest espionage they will ever see:
Cops search for them,
Forgetting to buy their housewives roses—
The day turning into pigeons—
Three pigs nearly homeless but happy—
The cars in a round about way heading home
To graveyards in the soft mists of
Granite orchards
Try hard to listen to the fairytales of an ocean
Not far away from here.