In The Offices Then Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Broken pillows in an office of unwed sleep-
Birds peering from outside of windows
And it rains sunlight:
This beauty where you are never here to see:
You only come after the carnival is moving away,
And childhood is gone,
Or sprawling, broken and toyed with down
The golden backside of some hill,
But soon the sun will slip and the moon will slip,
And it won’t take long for you to breathe-
In the offices then, married, and everything working
Out as you’d planned.