Quality Of An Illusion Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Quality of an illusion that the heart cannot disavow—
This is how we remember her belittling affections:
See her family in the aspects of the billboard—
See a homeless unicorn in the sun shower, like a spear besides
The aspects of a busy highway that runs like
A graveyard beside the sea—
There is the utmost where we cannot survive—like making
A house in the grass underneath a swing set—
Of holding her lips to yours amidst the dunes and the
Stolen bicycles: there it is—
Awakening tomorrow—where the butterflies and less flattering
Insects breathe for a couple of weeks—almost going
So far as airplanes that keep up her soul
But haven't yet learned how to lay her down.