Ride In Disney World Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Abandonment that
Knows itself shut in to the cathedral of the stars—
Like some sort of witchcraft placed
Upon a spacecraft dancing in the sky over
A beautiful world—
Black magic in a plastic bag with a blind gold
Fish—
And all of the times I told you to look up
Into the sky as the fireworks burned—
And when it was over—
Nothing:
Some in the clouds—eventually a castle
That evaporated over the forts of Saint Augustine—
As you pretended to make love to my heart
As if it was a ride in Disney World.