Fireworks Sometimes Poem by Robert Rorabeck

The saddened reindeer of her eyes
Looking over the emptied parking lots of midnight—
Wondering which way her boyfriends or
Her pilots have gone—
The mountains rising up like their own gods halfway
In the middle of the country—
She has never seen them, but she listens for their
Songs—she sees fireworks sometimes,
Costing so much from their brilliant distance
Before they are done—
The love lives of the silver and heroic—
Maybe they languish just as much as a commercial—
As another of her dreams weathers the crenulations of
A somnambulant pool—
They will be taking down their tents tomorrow—not
Because they have nothing left to sell,
But because she doesn't know
Her holiday has already gone away.