What It Seems To You Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Morning trills sound beautiful to the untrained ear:
But maybe there are more than blue eyes opening to this
Sound everywhere in the trailer parks
Of the open country:
Girls who have fallen asleep halfway to the door,
Feet entwined with thistles and those corpulent rattlesnakes,
They finally get up off their laurels
And go inside to fix themselves while their delicate
Little ears are ringing from all of these musicals,
If that is what it seems to you.