Galaxy Of Christmas Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Admiring the echoes in a well
Where no one has drowned-
Weekends of Saturdays
Come,
And serpents around them- a few words that
I know
Like fire drills in high school getting up
Tomorrow
Tanned and scarred,
Busy day of infatuation steering for the long
Emptiness
Where there are no more planets or
Seas or animals-
I will see you, if I still love- busy perfumes on
My mind
Eating up the minutes-
And then there will be another woman-
She will stare and stare from
The distance of a galaxy of Christmas-
Maybe she will pause-
And then, I am sure- she will go away.