Holding Your Arms Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Tears from a scar less cathedral
Where the crystal dragons go to think of you—
Belly- up anemones—
Blue gills without any right to the echoes of
Minnows—
And just another song to sing:
Just girls passing in the hallways—
Pretending to find shelter—lips fighting the water fountains,
As another day passes—and cold minnows
Solidify on the
Shoulders of the narcoleptic butterflies—and if you know
That this is a fable,
Then you know that you are here—sleeping underneath
A car, as sleeping underneath cathedral
In the middle of school—
With neckties of your favorite flowers waiting for their
Prom dates—
And all of your favorite colors hypnotized—
Your coffin become a zoetrope—or more like a kaleidoscope
With strong boys holding your arms,
Lifting you up to see the illusions in the sky.