For A Dollar Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Fingers crossing over the numberless playgrounds
Of your amusements'Just words spoken to grasshoppers
As they flick themselves:
Like flames emancipated from the damaging wishes
Of a birthday cage'
They go across the campuses of high school and end up
In some lady's yard:
She is standing topless out in some sunny sun:
And her areolas furl, crenulated delicatessens:
Now, this is her art that I hear they keep chained near the
Sea, and the airplanes fly over her,
And the man-o-war come up to the beach like cerulean pillows
Dreaming of electricity underneath the kites or one day
Children will fly'bought for them for a dollar,
Another cheap home that encourages to fly away.