Prevalence of lost as the cars go home, <br />And smoke drifts <br />To the sky like evaporations of sign language: <br />Girls bouncing in school, <br />As if across a lake- they go jogging along <br />The curbs, <br />Their little ankles kissed by pigeons and <br />Water moccasins who sleep there, <br />Though I suppose you’ve never seen them: <br />Damsels hypnotized by <br />Spokes of bicycles with golden ingots <br />In the braids of their handlebars: <br />The traffic lights and the power lines <br />Behind them for decoration, <br />And the sky tumbling like a heavy confection <br />In the orange groves which smell of <br />Her long neck, <br />Pollinated- like a naked hollow <br />Where she rests, and the ants drink her sweat <br />Or carry it down to their opulent queen <br />For valentines gifts the size of diamonds.<br /><br />Robert Rorabeck<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/valentines-gifts/
