The Pedigree Of A Park Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Bluest of the pedigree of a park
Waiting with its lover
To watch the helicopters go by:
Just one lover per day
And in the morning no memory—
Even after the swings are closed,
And the waves don't come anymore—
If only all of one life existed for the moment
The pinwheel turns—
And her breath was only given in my
Presence,
So when she returned home, the clouds
Went down and slept in between the
Venomous parapets of the coral fort
With the turtles and the otters,
Combining their lavender—
So, if in the morning, she saw another submarine
And fell in love with him,
She could not breathe at all,
Even though the orchards bloomed
With the helicopters coming down and kissing them.