The Big Goodbye Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Let us attend to
The hyperactive lullabying bowers
The neon forests the
Working girls strut like
Lost granddaughters
Freckled with naked
Picnic baskets
Blueprinted by Telsa
Backed and put on-line by
Baron Steam Engine;

As if moving away,
You are looking at me
As if you do not care,
As if you do not know
Nor ever thought of

Where there is a certain lake
Whose skin stretches restively like
A sheet;
There is a place through the
Bustling dime store leaves
Where we might disembark
With a slender kiss,

Shrouded by sky,
The topaz coin
Flattened on the divine
Railroad trestle
There is another
Peter Pan
Who is I

In a single moment
Of a single day
On the chosen thread
In a locked room
Woven to feeling in
Your throat;

If you touched me
We could fly

Featherlessly winged without
A purpose to migrate and
Forage
Pumping alive above the
Honking jungle where these
Go to die
The brightest light,
The big goodbye.

There is another
Peter Pan
Who is I

If you touched me
We could fly.