Neighboring Heavens Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Little heart palpitating onto the stone, lathering
In a daydream outside of the movie theatre that doesn’t
Exist anymore:
But pale heart, exercised from the chariot of a good
Body,
Plagiarized for the ants in the grasses, with the azure
Easter eggs,
The snakes with gaudy mouths coming around
Sometime after the nurseries,
And laying there smiling, like one long silver bone
Underneath the moon,
Stealing things from a nest of earth, as she does
The same to the neighboring heavens.