That Nothing Happened Poem by Robert Rorabeck
That Nothing Happened
Almost time for a
Reason spoken to
Midnight
Of men with
Their hands in
The air—
Whose time is
Up—
The dyslexic haunts
Of fire flies
Outside the
Grottos of
The housewife's
Kitchens—
Better words I
Don't know to
Save myself—
I can only remember
The diminutive ferris wheels
Of my prepubescent existence—
And the time we launched a
Thousand ships only to find
That nothing happened.
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