The Mirages That Once Danced For Her Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Then it happened from a window looking out into
Dusk:
So many windows in a house, my car approaches and then
Moves away:
Inside, Mexicans- descendants of Aztecs and sheepherders,
And she sleeps with him,
Brown body curling like something from the woods-
Until- Now I am in Arizona once again
With my dogs
And the pretty scars, getting up into a world to sell fireworks
Again,
And she will make love to her man again, or any man that
Strikes across her path,
To put in place of the vanished gods, and I will move like on
The silk road: the other way,
Using tools as they come to me, finding it hard to get up-
Striking things down as if they were snakes,
And these my clubs:
The horses will move. The trees will die, even though there will
Remain a music between them,
Until it is also gone
And passed across the frontera though years after
She has left the mirages that once danced for her there.