There is a homeless man living in these woods.
He came by tonight looking for work,
And in the shadows were bullhorns and girls in
Bikinis:
He smelled like turpentine and domestic beer,
The leggy wheels of runways:
I am drinking Casillero del Diablo two thousand and
Seven;
It is a change for me,
And the housewives come and the housewives go:
When the lights are on:
They walk through the grass picking up easter eggs
In their stilettos-
Sometimes they want to look at one side of my face-
Sometimes they want the other;
And Italian boys come in beefed up because they want
To beat up their older brothers:
Oh well- The cops come too, after the lights are turned off
In my zoo:
Females cops are mighty pretty- I think female cops
Should populate the entire pretty city:
And Romero is here now too, smelling like after shave
And jalapenos-
He likes to interrupt this gringo- He sleeps all afternoon,
While I think of you-
The traffic comes and the traffic goes, while I think of
You in pretty paint metamorphosis;
And now Romero is talking to me and distracting me
From this, but
Can’t you see that I am drinking wine, and the city would
Be so pretty if it was populated only by you,
One of you of every kind.

Robert Rorabeck

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/one-of-you-of-every-kind/