From The Beds Of Ambiguous Tenements Poem by Robert Rorabeck

She came fitfully like a knife in shallow water
Never discovered by the ambulances of sky:
I stole her away from her husband and gave her a better house
To live in;
And I could never tell if she appreciated me, but I had a bicycle and
Took it out through the rain clouds while the helicopters
Were flying low and the orange trees were shivering;
And the ghosts had started evaporating through the mangers and
Spanish harems,
While the frogs wept across the porous stone, and I knew that soon
I would have to leave and sell fireworks
While the day bloomed and sweltered and the waitresses awakened
So very much appreciative, curling from the beds of ambiguous
Tenements; and the day was beautiful even though I knew it would
Not last a long time.