Cremations Of Paper Snowflakes Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Cremations of paper snowflakes:
Some thoughts last forever, just like the winos
Kissing their bottles,
I give you this:
Outside, the trees dancing like silver and green
Fireworks in the dying dreams of
Sunlight—
And with the surcease of it,
My eyes close to see the sex of your brown
Shoulders swimming in some bed
I will never enjoy—
But I lie down quiet pledges like these,
From my bachelorhood
Which is some kind of lie that you can
Pick up in a flea market underneath what pretends
To be heavenly light cast off of the migratory
Ferris wheels—
Like beautiful visions lost in a park
The losing baseball player carouse before they
Have to come home again
To wives and children—
The sun obscured in a banquet across the street
In the blindness of another world.