Not Even An Echo Poem by Robert Rorabeck

As they dimmed over high school,
And the baseball diamond,
And the inevitable wives went home to
Their inevitable husbands:
From the malls as from the estuaries-
I thought of the romance
In the valentine of a firework: very cheap
Romance bought in packs
Like cigarettes- for an amusing moment-
To scare the children,
And annoy the neighborhood- and yet to
Come from so very far away-
And to be so profound in their beautiful
Daredevilry,
But too end up not really there- to last for
The moment of a lover’s holiday-
A honeymoon of overpriced nonsense-
And that is all:
Not even an echo, not even a sad knock on
A sad door.