This Leaking Summer Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Bony endives have their location while
The parks flood and the rabbits cluster;
And down there on the teeter-totter is your little
Brother:
Just looking at the top of his head makes me sad,
And I want to make out with you in this flood:
Here comes grandmother in her old fashioned
Gondola;
Yes, it’s true: and just like us, airplanes are floating
In the sky:
The trees are just vermilion flowers in her great
Blueness of meadow,
The waters hatching over her, manipulating our families,
But as long as I have you here with me and reserved,
I don’t have to worry about you going away to college:
The closeness of you is a salve, and here are dolphins
Playing with glass bottles:
Here are the conquistadors blooming with the echinopsis
All between the flashy junctures of their exoskeletons:
But where is my mother: I want to bring you to
Her, to show you off,
But in this leaking summer I’ll be damned if she isn’t ever home.