Zoetrope For The Marionettes Poem by Robert Rorabeck

In daylight echoes
New words for old loves,
Strangely finally deciding to
Be together
While my wife sleeps—
And I drink rum—
And the airplanes dream of
The rough necks of baseball
Diamonds underneath them—
Sweltering,
Covered with the innings of
Their games—
And I notice you, as you
Watching them—
Even after all of the professors
Have evaporated or
Metamorphosed from the naptimes
Of our once university—
And the world spins like
A zoetrope for the marionettes
Who are still trying to close
Their wooden eyes just so
They can try and dream of
Becoming real boys.