Better Princes Than These

Tenderness in the vagabond, going about his lost
Routines- in his ways to worship on
The side of the road- hunting for the shade with the
Panthers- waylaid from the tourists off
To busy in the storefronts of shells: like pollen who finds
Asphalt to kindle into-
Looking out at the passings by of the enthusiasm of
Housewives:
A stream of lottery pearled in skirts- their strange gills
Swim in the sooty alcohol by which they feed
Themselves despotic dreams;
And go about their ways, their suits getting dirtier,
Becoming even better princes than these.

by Robert Rorabeck

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