Her Heavenly Drink Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Give me despairing hope
Going up the highway I should have left
A decade ago:
Give me tombs for my shoulders, and
Coagulant for these wrists:
Still living on another world of pretty
Mimosa- and I only can give
So many names to the trees that shade
In the night:
Flapping trees and gilded- trees that flood
The harems beside the highway
Or dream of the goldfish getting fat and
Cantankerous in the wishing wells
Not too far from here:
But anywhere, anywhere but here-
And I have loved her, but she has flown off:
And I built this coffin for her so like an arc,
But the prettiest days are over-
And the parades of ice cubes are melting
And contaminating her heavenly drink.