The Heliotrope And Silvery Moon Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Work for me and clean my house
And I’ll wake up, gleam in my eye- and pay you,
Just as if you were my spouse:
And we’ll take honeymoons and fieldtrips and listen to
The tiny feet of mice and cats patter like
Lovers of baseball in the rain;
And we’ll hold each others’ hands underneath all of the school
Yards of the moon:
We will not complain- and the resins of hobbies of aircraft
Carriers and dollhouses
Will spill from one to the other as our loins take
Turns raising our hands inside a classroom where only
You and I exist: a student a pupil
Inside a red school house or a rodeo,
Over spilling, cantankerously bloomed- the horses out in their
Tracks,
And the lovely cars kissing under the heliotrope and silvery
Moon.