The Candle's Weeping Promises Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Walking by the zoo today, there was no
News of you
Even though, after school, all of the hallways
Open into you it is true
With the sun going from his bedroom into
His playground
And the corridors arriving home again
With the lions yawning
And showing their cherry pits to the
Ambivalent circus masters who are ready for
New jobs
Dousing into this, the bit of respite for
Gasoline Even the airplanes are coming down
Again, falling to sleep with their
Stewardesses inside the roundness in the
Nest of your senses
A nursery underneath the candle’s weeping promises