If Our Suburban Streets Could Divide Entire Hemispheres Poem by Robert Rorabeck

The sunlight kisses the swing-sets, if that is what
It really does;
And the swans set out to some place really beautiful,
If only for because:
And there over the sand dunes of the park,
Beneath the mangroves and the sandy pines, the sun
Is leaving for the dark:
The mailmen are finally home, and the mountains are
Cooling and waiting for stories,
And all of the airplanes are settling to park,
Where some such lovers kiss deeply in the heavy fuselages;
But I remembered this morning and how we made
Love,
Even though I have never been to Mexico, I have been to
You, Alma,
And into the sweet darkness kindled like phantasms in your
Eyes,
Finally welcomed me and gave me new names. So even now
Though the sun is fading like flowers in a graveyard,
I am trusting,
As I remember the single syllable’s flame that I spoke
As we came together,
And I ran my finger over the old friends of your ribs, until
All too soon and just like the sun,
It was also your time to go away, seemingly to a home on
The other side of the earth,
As if our suburban streets could divide entire hemispheres.