Underneath A Graveyard Of Broken Down School Buses Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Ancient prisms of kaleidoscopes whose wealth is
Lost as it is made more beautiful,
As the sorority of hurricanes makes the grassy gems of
Suburbia suppliant, and all of the truants I knew
Hide to close to the canal, light off fireworks
As the silent wonderment of alligators arises:
And the drowsing bees like tourists of a wayward apiary
Crowd the busily hung intersections of hibiscus
Across the train tracks of a brown girl I once knew
Who lies down again with her brown men, as the stars
Shine like wax on a chicken coop with windswung doors
Open to the hungry foxes and wait their mystified
In the lovemaking tantrums like a garden of orchids
Waiting underneath a graveyard of broken down
School buses for all of the African tortoises to play
Hooky from the zoo.