The Very First Caves Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Sabbaticals of long tailed ponies crossing
The prairie of broken windows
Looking for a promise she stole with her lips
As she looked across the mountains
From the school bus- and all of the beautiful
Girls lay across her,
Brandishing her elbows, and the copper
Estuaries that could not be
Miss given- as the fountains flowed
And the breads were liven;
And you stark naked in your field of baseball
Diamonds, flirting with a serpent
Who floated with the apples: it was the earliest
Thing she could remember,
And honeymoons of dinosaurs- in fieldtrips of
Bear claws until something struck across
Her skin,
And she closed her eyes- in her field trips
Of honey moons- the very first of the caves
Ever visited by men.