Where No One Else Can Be Found Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Voices of tourists,
Miss matched song birds-
The Mexicans are sleeping in the aloe
Beside the carport,
And I havent seen anything more beautiful-
I can go along like this
Like a little girl completely unaware
That the sunshine loves her,
Her shoulder blades innocent like
The handles of a bicycle still hung up
In a store somewhere,
Waiting for a man to come around
And take her to the sea and the places
Where people meet under the ancient crossways,
Until the words are spoken by the beautiful
Godmother who will put the kingdom to sleep,
And I will find a bed with you in a chamber
Where no one else can be found.