Further And Further Away From Old Mexico Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Now you say that if I go this way
I can take your hand:
If I hop the cars and slay the dragon:
And I have been up all night pining through the darkness,
Kissing the empty blocks underneath the overpasses,
Pretending that this is Alma’s
Brown skin:
Because I saw her once today and called all that I saw
Of her heaven:
And I stole a brick of firecrackers from my father for
Father’s day and I gave to her in a brown
Paper bag along with a brick of jumping jacks
And a picture of a werewolf,
And I saw my younger cousin who is taller than me,
But I forgot to say hello;
And in the evening I guess Alma’s man came to drive her
Away,
And all of this seemed to come and go
Even further and further away from old Mexico.