Boreal Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Through their anemic wonderings
The family drives by the
Real unicorn on their way
To Disney World-

There, above the power lines,
Is a yellow kite bobbing
That will never know again
The tug of the human hand-

From the east,
The sea is vulgarly lapping
The shore like a beast for affection,
And her eyes

And her eyes turn away
To him,
In the red bricked garden
Where professors tell stories
Just before nap time in kindergarten-

They sleep together
Nuzzled by their dogs in another world:
Contented to see no more,
She drifts away into the soft matrimony

Never to be thought of again,
The way our eyes hit like
Light surviving from two ends of
An impossible forest.