Prince Cherry Blossom Esquire Poem by Robert Rorabeck

The joviality of a prince tucked-in and
Slept in the indentation beside the highway
In the corner, like a dimple, of the malevolent
Penumbra, while many curly-headed devils way
Back in his kindergarten, in hindsight, loved him
As they drove through the wash of first blushing
Hurricane; They could say they understood him
Far to the bottom of a homeless estuary where
They could dimly perceive him, nuzzled by their
Dogs in the alluringly mysterious mask overshadowing
The well-drooped economics of the pet cemetery
Fallen into tin bouquets and overly rouged spinsters
Resembling famous aunts and misspelled heroines;
There in the recoiling surf, in the last hours before
Closing, he wore a crown of peacock feathers and
Danced ever so strangely, though with the airtight
Presumption suiting his position; swimming in captivation
With a school of well thought after fish, who metamorphosed
Into clandestine relatives, and various lugubrious
Politicians by cherry blossomed dates on the Chinese calendar.