The Better Students Poem by Robert Rorabeck

It is wearing
Off—this supreme vision,
The heaven of your pornography:
Everything I ever wanted,
I had for a while in
The backseat of a car in the jungle—
With only so many words,
So many hours:
Now your more beautiful flowers
Bloom, fluttering their
Banners for the thoughts of another's
Hands,
As the dogs vanish as they run around
The tracks—
As the empty courtyards of the schools
Overflow with sunlight—
And they days get even with the
Shoulder blades of angels—
Sweating and seeming to blush from
The ruby geometries of the baseball diamonds
All of the better students have left so
Eagerly behind.