Everything That You Would Leave Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Another light over another avenue
You traveled on before I was born, and you are
Gone but your song lays evidenced on
The stones
And the bees have laid their wax across
Your bones
So now you sing like a yellow holiday
Over the specters of the yellow and somnolent
Graveyards
Your lips lay pursed like the furrows of the
Orchard
Like the canals that don’t take so long and skipping,
Or the bottlenecks that the genies are keeping
Up from which the sky yawns and
Burns- even it doesn’t remember how you felt
Even though it filled your house with his light
And called you into his yard everyday
To spring and lay your eyes across the orchard’s
Sea that it was laying its truth across for you
Just so you could remember everything that you would leave