The Sweet Suburbias And Estuaries Poem by Robert Rorabeck

If the bodies peel softly with joy, they will have us
Scouted out by morning:
They will have scoured all the baseball fields before the fog
Has lifted,
And if they are quick enough they will even catch us in the middle
Of the self-infliction action,
The battle wounds of bleeding adolescents, after the girls have
Moved up the interstate into their new fertile crescent
To learn how to cook and sew: and how to become housewives
And mermaids
Down the sweet suburbias and estuaries of housewife and mermaid
Row.