Cenotaph Upon A Tree Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Snow angel like a beauty mark next to the nosecone of
An airplane—where will you be swimming
Come Christmas with the
Sea boiling over with ducks headed south—
After the hurricanes have lain their havoc and then
Evaporated, and the truth smokes like a phantom of
The truth—
A world that is almost done surviving gets over one
More time—paper airplanes and dead fireworks
Lying upon the other side of the canal—
And then nothing else can be said that is any good—
What was once joy in the echoes of the harmonies—
Remind me of you, shell of a katydid lying star naked,
A cenotaph upon a tree that kissed your lips
That never knew the truth.