To Disappear Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Laughing through the games and attending the news
While the jasmine blooms
Over the narcoleptic lakes: lakes so beautiful and yet no one
Thought to write a poem across them,
But this is my séance to them,
Even if my father doesn't care:
This, another way to awaken into the languishing shadows,
Breathing shallowly—and across the many directions
The airplanes cross:
Another way to believe in the perfumes over the circuses and
The family—
They are smiling through mirrors where they have had to
Buy themselves—and across the unholy mountains—
They languish and disappear—
While—as of yet, some love holds out, and sings to her
While she sleeps alone
In her emptied house at the end of some cul-de-sac,
Waiting for her birthday candles
So she may cause them to disappear—as another night languishes
Up the busied rooms of her unoccupied heavens.