Into The Nocturnal Bouquets Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Into the nocturnal bouquets how
Will you pretend to find me, before and after
You've had children with another man—
And what was I but another playground
That you could leave
As the sun called you further and further upstate—
And the waves flooded themselves around—
And the mermaids took off their bikinis
And floundered around—
Sometimes I imagined that I would live in a trailer park,
And sometimes a playground—
Even after the amusements had closed,
The more carnivorous stores remained open
All night as I waited, open chested,
For my soul to be flooded by them,
Even though you were far,
Far from
Being around.