To Return The Favor Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Her carpet matches the sea
Of blue matches,
Of tennis courts- a jealous epiphany
Topless in the front yard,
Her legs akimbo in roller skates,
Sweet wheels like marbles still taking out,
Revolving with the tiny energy stripped
From her sway:
I see her out before the fireworks are expenditures
To quick to parlay,
But she diminishes everything, as glittery
Sweat pearls from her bric-a-brac:
I loved her, but god knows,
Strung out in her wimpled rows,
She had no reason to love me back;
But she just closed her eyes which made the sky jealous
So he rained down on her all of his bright engine
Light,
But she had him so parched that he couldn’t weather
A storm;
And he loved her, but god knows she had no good reason
To return the favor.