The Proficiencies Abounding Poem by Robert Rorabeck

You don’t even want to stop to remember
The way that summer flies:
How the good guys got the bad guys on the doorsteps of
The theatre of a graveyard,
The horses galloping on four legs- streaming their manes
Through the memories of evaporated caesuras,
Speaking the feral code that never pretends to
Hurt anyone
While the sky looks up embracing the heavens:
And the dark girls underneath, shopping through the playgrounds
Trying to remember through the proficiencies abounding
If there is anything so sweet.