Where There Lovers Seem To Go Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Even when there is a stage of eyes made into an
Ocean of tears—
And the sword fish metamorphosize into the beaten breasts
Of waves
Underneath the armless clocks of sky—
Even there—from the windows of the zoos, the peacocks
See—lighting around them their fan's body—
Like a Ferris Wheel in a verdant cage—
Trying to distract her attention even after she has evaporated,
Becoming another man's bride—
As the swordfish flash their bills to an innocence
Gone before to the horizon—
Where their lovers seem to go as they are left behind