Strung out with feelings on the West coast <br />With the turtles in their huts <br />Moving along: look at the winos: the park of <br />The stars, <br />And the dead dogs who no longer go on weeping- <br />After dinner, the fish thrown into the street, <br />Strange plagiarisms where the little girls cannot <br />Breathe- the fisticuffs of wet kisses, <br />And everything else I never knew from Mexico: <br />Alma up in Ocala looking for horses, <br />Her children indoors, enjoying the air-condition and <br />Cartoons, <br />While all of the oceans are mobilized: the zoetropes <br />Spin flirting with windmills- the clouds cauldron <br />The sky, blowing through their maelstrom of <br />Wishes- perhaps strongly telling all of their secrets <br />To the pinwheels of little girls.<br /><br />Robert Rorabeck<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-pinwheels-of-little-girls/
