The Wishes Of The Thieves Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Newest stem in the garden:
Arisen—centerfold: don't worry that the airplanes
Will never look down to see you:
They cannot see where they are going anyways:
They are just taking off:
Be a senseless joy, and pricy—
Like fireworks:
This is your route up to heaven and no one can take
It away from you—even my own ineptitude
Cannot fail you—
For, though my senses grew you—I am lost in
The labyrinth:
Even though I do not watch television, I see too
Many movies:
And I love you: I love you just as if this was my
Birthday and from the wishes of my lips
I grow you like an ember—
Like a center of the pyramids—this becomes your geometry
Until that is all there is to look forward too—
And though the fair becomes gone,
And the streets swept—I linger for you— and wait for
You like a prayer of the last wish until you
Come out and perfume the night as a birthday present
For the wishes of the thieves who continued
To linger.