What Usual Reward Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Cornucopia of Cyclops and unicorns-
Wasn’t this what the kaleidoscope was supposed to
Make out of the heavens-
While I fold paper airplanes and shoot them off
Across the perfumes of my armpits,
Dreaming of you in lactating castles: but someone
Else has stolen you,
And how did this happen, evaporating carnations
As the housewives return home to their
Particular section of their well manicured tombs:
Bright in eyes and full in bosom:
What usual reward will they use to receive the night-
While their little boys with sore thumbs from
Hitchhiking out of school, fly the kites they have
Stolen through the molesting night.