In Unexplainable Goodbyes Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Hold outs for penny courts,
Hoodlums with nothing to hold:
All the pages I have filled with the drizzling of
Caracoles:
How like snowflakes that all together fall,
Each one significant, and yet none of them mean
Anything at all;
But they come together in a fraternity that will
Not last for you
My muse- their very souls a transitory pigmentation
That will metamorphose before
Your brown eyes:
Alma,
They will turn away into rivers at your feet,
Just to kiss your forgotten footprints as they whisper
In unexplainable goodbyes.