Of These Or Those Afternoons Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Long leafed lilies in the
Short bladed yard-
Scarred in the anthems of
Exhausted circus performers strayed
From the avenues
Spilling from their churches;
Strange young guys who
Once sang to airplanes-
Or butterflies, lost from their totems or
Colonies of far away;
Now here they are bee stung
Fetching, laughing underneath mailboxes
Just as toothy wishing wells
Wishing for housewives to show up
With their bags of stuffs
Sans lawyers and doctors
And dentists,
While the sand lions pray underneath
Paper snowflakes,
Arranging here into the lattening
Baseball games of these or those afternoons.