The Rest Of The Way To Her Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Unoriginal swan in the middle of the street
Do you not know that it never snows here- and if
You have come to see your similar beauty in
The conflagrations of the sea,
You are still several blocks away: the Mexicans live
Here, and the boil mermaids and ad Chili:
They are all out of work, though they promise to
Work so hard if they ever get any- and that
Is why they are so hungry. I saw one at the very
Top of a mango tree climb right through the air
And kidnap and airplane: he took it back across
The rivers of Mexico in a joyride to show his family:
And if all of my money is lost, who am I to care:
And if she is also lost, it will not bother me:
She was someone else’s wife all along, but it
Was I who stole her heart and ate it out in the naked
Air before her gloriously careworn family-
So swan, your beauty is in the wrong neighborhood:
You have floated over so many anthills and baseball
Diamonds that I am sure if you pick up the majesty
Of your beautiful wings you can almost make it
All of the rest of the way to her.