In The Purple Ozarks Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Dusk in the purple Ozarks as they
Make a film about you—girl I've forgotten
With the night flooding the sky,
And bats with capes from the granaries' roofs—
Slough over the hilltops searching
With the blindness of nocturnal reason—
Search for you in dreams that are no longer aloud—
And in places of make believe tourism
With the memories of the light bleeding like purpled
Diadems between the glossy nipples,
Foaming the inebriate memory amidst the losing waves.