The Stolen Lessons Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Katydids awakening from their dreams hung
Like dew from the armpits of the cypress as all of
The rivers of heaven sing,
And the housewives drive home so slowly
To their carportsâ€"Cadavers
Of sunken knights against the rebarâ€"and a plume of
Another space shuttle taking off into the skyâ€"
Making a hedge of cauliflower that gardens into
The heavensâ€"
And the shells are heavy and sharp against the children’s
Feetâ€"
And the kidnappers lay against the campers,
Offering smiles, and friendships so sweet:
And behind them, the cool recesses where the old cars
Gravitatedâ€"and inside their sunken chassis
So muchâ€"so much pornographyâ€"And the moon glows over
Her, and she overspills her nocturnal cornucopia
And gives all of the stolen lessons away.