With Their Most Beloved Of Men Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Joyless tabernacle of dollar bills:
Housewives jumping out their window sills.
As the days of any number spill
And spill-
Goldfish in a choir remembering the heavens of
The sea now separated
In the suburbia of a pet shop awaiting epiphany,
Or any cloud in the sky
To rain its long abandoned cares upon them
Just as sometimes mermaids cry their salt back into
The sea
Lamenting that they are legless to dance
With their most beloved of men.