Like The Wish Of A Firework Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Pains of practices of death- flaunts of metamorphosis:
And now this:
Overeager, green- debased tenements, spending their fires away until
She is covered with goose bumps:
Shivering, flaxen- a sacrifice to the elements,
Because she is sober, and she needs an operation:
She waits three hours and gets free medical
Care,
And then I take her to dinner- dessert (tiramisu) , a kiss or two and curses:
Maybe she’s decided who she’s going to love.
And who she’s going to flirt with:
My muse, my Alma- she likes roller coasters too,
But on one with her I’ve never been with: and I don’t know how
Much longer I can hang around,
Vanishing like a tumbled apple through the pains of its bruises,
While the uneasy fires are in her house, but they are
Taken care off- and then she will have birthdays with her families,
And more careful wounds:
But she will never change- the paralysis of metamorphosis;
But look at how I have opened up for you, mi linda- mi vida:
See how I have already become a river, flowing beside you on a painful
Holiday, until all used up like a wish of a firework that you never thought to make use.