Christmas Sky Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Sunlight has its new management again in the sky:
You were kissing her:
I could not describe you
Again in the sunlight of the cul-de-sac of another
Honeymoon-
But I saw you again in the ferris wheels of
I don’t know-
But I saw you again in his arms and across the
Train tracks even though nothing else of it was
Anything special:
And the daylight seeds over the teeth of dragons,
But anything more from the classical
Literature is lost to me-
And Johnny Apple seed has burned down my throat,
And you are still climbing up the latter to him
In the stars-
My uncle is still selling grapefruit and calebasas-
The ukuleles still sing across the yards
Like the hind ends of
Locusts-
That this is the very end of summer, and the fireworks
Have burned,
And all of our greatest loves have disappeared beneath the
Rose bushes-
As the fish still try to leap to kiss the tattooed lips of
The angels bending down in the constellations of
A less than Christmas sky.