Underneath Her Tree Poem by Robert Rorabeck

I’ll drink the tears, after the genie has
Deceived you underneath her tree, while the busses
Wait beside the portables,

And the schools and libraries are closed:
And it is a beautiful world, filled with grass and trees-
The students walk through here,
And the most beautiful girls with scabbed knees

While the tortoises snore-
And heavens daydream in their perambulating
Estuaries- and the foxes lay, fat bellied-

They are counting the housewives leaping the grapes
Of the vineyard like candle flames:
And seeing what they’ve been growing,
The simulacrum finally arrives at the predestined
Conclusion

That he is a real boy.