The Girl I Can'T Even Be Sure Poem by Robert Rorabeck

All day long going on the slender paths so
High up,
First using one eye and then maybe none:
The tumulting sea a laugh track roaring,
Apathetic grandmother riotous from their mice
Round crypts,
Girls in the curls of waves like mollusks,
Like lips of shadows underneath the sun caressed
Banyans,
The deepest shadows in the shallowest shade,
Taking boats as slender as her hips out to meet
The mother of all crocodiles to try and persuade her
To shed a tear for me, for the girl I can’t
Even be sure if I loved.