Hearts of lucky entrepreneurs dispersed into homes,
Like waves into carports,
Sea horses into foam;
And airplanes with their stewardesses into their vast bays of sky:
And it was all that you could do to hope,
As over the turkey the relatives said goodbye;
Or when it was raining and you hadn’t a home, you saw through
The windows, the relatives who could’ve been yours;
And the English wasn’t very proper;
And it was out of luck, out of doors; but it was underneath the haloes of
The largest cross in all of North America;
And the mountains rolled and aid their own names to themselves;
And it was really going somewhere:
And it was making love, maybe all the way underneath the rattlesnakes,
To when you were a child
And your beliefs roamed the playgrounds like real men
With swords,
Feral, heroic, wild;
And your soul, your Alma, was a vagrancy- but you could watch it
Satchel the goldness over the corridors of your preschool
And you knew for awhile that your pets couldn’t die;
And even the goldfish was immortal, like a coin in your pocket,
Like a star in the sky.

Robert Rorabeck

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