The Fox That Is Always Leaping Forever Poem by Robert Rorabeck

What are you doing multiplying your flood in my
Lonely gaze:
Here I am on my wet floor again, my fission a fanciful glaze:
My loose change all spent
Like the stars in the arboreal sky,
The school buses always returning home but never
Wondering why:
It is that my muse sleeps underneath another roof,
Cradled into the confines, the bivouacs,
And the cavernaseras of another man- laughing in the bathrooms
Of burning sugar cane:
As I take my place beside the road of rushing dreams,
Like the fox who is always leaping forever,
Never realizing what he seems.