Time And Another Place Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Girls with the brown skin and brown eyes
Perplexing perpetually:
From the underbelly of the lactating out of doors—
Where are the tourists going once they
Reach the end of the road?
Maybe the fields will melt underneath the angels of
Billboards—
Maybe another story will begin from the bruised
Lips of the milk maid fallen down too many times.
Now who wants to take the trip again—
Wax elbows of the pieta in the middle of a baseball
Game—the same sorrows
Stretched out of pace,
And girls in love and out of love, moving around
In a zoetrope—the wax illusions of men
Who dream to fly—
Inevitably, when they come down, the wishes from
The hot lamps of Ganymede—
And another burden in the shadows cooled
From the racetracks of another time and another place.