Where All The Wayward Paper Airplanes Fall Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Reindeer in my afternoon are just other words
I do not know,
But I’ve been so long away-
I’ve been away- and I’m going to Mexico:
Why cant you come with me,
Why cant you remember how the green clouds
Came to be, diademing the fields of maize
And the consumptive volcanoes:
Where your grandmothers lived forever like
Jealous rubies
While I keep poisoned arrows for my
Competitors
Because our houses are all too close together,
And I do not love my neighbors-
I said I loved you, but that was just my coffin
Speaking,
As you didn’t answer, as the busses turned around,
Waiting for the swans to return to them,
But they had gone away forever:
They had changed into some that was too beautiful
For us,
And your children have run away across the canal-
Into another world where there may not be
A Christmas, where all of the wayward paper airplanes
Fall- I told you that I loved you,
But you said that you’d heard it all-