Every Piece Of Penny Candy Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Repetitive joy in the belly of a whale—
Geysers the long throat of the wishing well
Like a wedding train to heaven
Somewhere over the desert—
Lost and found fireworks where you left him,
Words coming out from your mouth
As a tortoise from his shell—
The uneven forgetmenots of makebelieve
Habitats
Wherein the corners the ghosts are laughing—
Little frail things, they are the weathers for
The spiders in their moats
Remembering the work places that
Couldn’t go on forever—
Prayer flags fluttering above abandoned
Drive-ins—
As the replacements flooded in—
A girl in a convenient store that is sold out
Of every piece of penny candy.