The Soft Shelled Tortoises In The Canal Underneath The Bridge Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Sing into the open mouthed
Void of woe begone
After the fireworks of holidays have
Died
And the traffic seems to have
Disappeared underneath the overpasses,
And the girls that you loved
Are all confused while you write
Novels against the baseboard
Underneath of there the coral snake lives
With her little fangs like pearls
Wanting to kiss the water moccasins
And the other poisonous sorts
That live with the soft shelled tortoises
In the canal underneath the bridge that
You used to cross everyday just to
Get home from school.