The Perfumes Of Mountains Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Degrees of amours sleeping in an abandoned
Colorado,
Sleeping with the ghosts in the childhood minds,
And now Sharon has a child, a daughter who she is growing:
And the youth comes up and up like a magical
Beanstalk discovering
The world, and I wonder about her on Halloween,
And the sweet words on her forever lips:
And I can hardly breathe, because all that I have become
Is failure,
Except that now I love another woman who has the same
Power to save me,
But even the fieldtrips are difficult, and coming over the hills
The families never expect what they can find,
The science in the hidden places running their wet fingers
Over the gills of the esoteric fish,
And the world spins like a bet, and it keeps on taking numbers,
While the breath of so many species blow their wishes
Into the grass,
While the great bears wake up in the Spring, and go out
Snuffing the perfumes of mountains,
Forgetting who they were, but always wondering what it is
They should find.