For A Forever Of Any Awhile Poem by Robert Rorabeck

For however long I will have to travail underneath
The prayer flags drying their
Laundry across the forever mountains: I will.
I will- And I will bight my knuckles,
And will try to look as if I have been doing something
Dangerous,
But nothing ever changes: the elk shed their horns
Every season, and you can make money, if you
Know where the look:
While the mailmen live alone until they are old
And vanquished:
And the housewives come in like a sugar sea making
Wishes on your birthday:
And they just do and do their thing until their
Daughters are in high school and then graduated and
Meandering up stream:
And soon they will have rings on their fingers:
And they will have forgotten their favorite colors
Until the raindrops hit their windows,
And have traveled down the easement to agitate the minnows
And to make the insouciantly eager alligators to
Smile.
While the kites who have been abandoned by their careless hands
Travel the seven seas for a forever of any awhile.