Like An Eternal Yesterday Poem by Robert Rorabeck

I haven’t seen you in three days, so how
Will you find me tomorrow,
But the blanchness of your old man, who buys lunches
For you whenever he can:
Some kind of kind old farmer, making love to your eyes:
Grey headed again now that the illusions that you so
Wanted have washed out,
But I still have both of my hands that have so well run over
You,
Like water over a kindergartener’s lips, or from a fresh young
Water fountain in preschool;
And I know that you did all of your family’s laundry today,
And pinned it all up in your back yard,
While you called me four times today. And I have to admit
That I pleasured myself as many times think of your heartbeat
In my bedroom,
Like a butterfly pressed up against a copper horn, knowing in
Some small intelligence that it was going to die and
Change,
Like rain like clouds, or the airplanes passing through
The promises of a rainbow; as I think upon you like an
Eternal yesterday.