Transoms Of The School Bus Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Everyday losing to the easements where
The butterflies infatuate
Over the anorexic pistils saluting airplanes,
Swimming in brandies and other
Forget-me-nots just because it is their job, a feral
Truancy they leave their impossible school for
In their season;
And all hung up to flirt with the molasses lips of
Tortoises who trundle down from the brambles
Where the saturated foxes as red as gloves
Can still be found sleeping away forever;
And the animals go to play with the insects, as they both
Try to court and make love with her buttercup cafeteria
Strewn down from the daydreaming transoms
Of the school bus.