Into Another Movement Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Apache of my soul cantankerousâ€"as luxurious and as
Blue eyed as any of my musesâ€"
Waitressing in Globe, New Mexicoâ€"I saw you last
Year while setting up tents to
Sale fireworksâ€"in a world that is not yours,
You pretend to be busy in the backyards of my mindâ€"
As my otherwise subconscious skips school and
Messes aroundâ€"a truant upon another neighbors roof,
Before any of the stars of the world unfurlâ€"
Just another make-believe making itself knownâ€"
Beautiful knots already sewn into the fabricâ€"
You probably live in a trailer parkâ€"and the river sings your
Name as you awaken next to him
Never knowing who you areâ€"with eyes cast away into
Another movement of the ever concealing clouds.