No Longer Anywhere Near

Down by the hop-along Cadillacs of my
Sad memories,
Bivouacked in the junkyard of the lonely
Months-
The house and the dogs burned away,
Emolliated in sacrifice
To the goddess who flashed like phosphorous
Across the canal:
My wife- like a kite of flame- Didn’t she
Know that was the wrong way to the mall-
The donkeys galloped first under
And then over- neath the moon:
The conquistadors asked then how they could
Do that- but sunken as they were
Up to their chins in the blue nests of
Dunes- how could they see:
Like cenotaphs praying to the waves,
I realized that I was amongst them-
The heavens unwrapped new holidays in the air,
And the stars shed their skins- maybe they
Were making believe,
But my heart was stolen- in its place a shadow play
Of puppets,
She was no longer anywhere near to see.

by Robert Rorabeck

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