The Patios Of The Passersby Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Lost into a school in an afternoon:
Like a goldfish bubbling at the edge of her perceptive
Sea:
This I see all over again in the movie-theatre lives
Of all of the adolescents of this fare country:
There they are burning in unison:
All-together,
Match-sticks glowing in like-minded epiphany—
All of the hills rolling as lovers towards and away again
For all of the esoteric bears:
Pictures lost in a book of brail that only knew so many fingers
As his lovers:
Eyes as alien as the effervescing clouds—
Having to look away again, narcissus into the ever-clear basins
Of all of her amusements:
The daylight of the afternoon having been shot and fallen
Into the Earth—
The promises of the teachers clogged into all of the
Choking throats of mailboxes:
And another god with all of his pitiful ambulances of numbers,
Crammed and clogged up once again into the sky:
The pieces of blindness that fall down to love us,
The sunlight falling once again onto the patios of the passersby.