Like The Clouds Leave The Sky Poem by Robert Rorabeck

This kind of unobtainable heart
Can only be given by a father for his son to
Eat
Considering the transformations of his lions:
Well, the red ants are busy anyways
Underneath the airplanes
And going so far in their yards as my words
Are the cicadas on the cypress or the
Christmas trees
And the iguanas have learned to dance across
The canal over the swelter and
The pestilence while the homeless men somehow
Find other tricks to buy so much beer
That the slender forest is over flowing with that
Evidence
And the traffic sings carols back and forth
Through their yards
As everyone they love is going away into other
Holidays, until the sands leave the fort
Like a cathedral
Like the sea leaves a lighthouse- like the clouds
Leave the sky