To The Zoo Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Airplanes of many shades
And colors,
Moving around the playground,
Waiting for their parents after school,
The sky a mote around
A sand castle of tears,
The clouds so many insouciant television shows.
You can pick which one and grow a knot in your
Throat watching it,
While the hobnobbing sprinklers spit and chew,
And the young Guatemalans drive around
In electronic vehicles tilling self effacing dirt;
And all the important words are in
The bible,
And all the girls are in Colorado;
And the side of my face is a mess,
But all I want to do is think about you-
All I want to do is get drunk
And go to the zoo.