Friend And Master Poem by Robert Rorabeck

If you are no longer interested in the crude sky
I’ve painted for you along my
Hapless sidewalks right where one story book city
Ends into another,
Here is a knife of rain and a muted song;
Here is the quality and fineness of love you’ll have
With him,
I can guarantee you, if you end it and make
A canal to dredge my throat, clearly separating
The two irreconcilable countries of reason and love:
This is the hapless thing I want,
To be anonymous feet up and bloated and enjoying
The sun,
Sniffed at by a hungry dog who is getting curious ideas
When once before
He would have considered me friend and master.