Movie Poem by Robert Rorabeck

You work in a beautiful office underneath the stars:
Only so many generations have gone before you,
And before them the dinosaurs:
And even though the days of the earth are young,
I have kissed your lips and
Tasted your tongue—and not even roses can describe you—
The parks are vanishing,
The earth rises in metamorphosis,
And I have to pay to
Go see a movie—even though you are not here:
Very soon, even those will vanish—
And all that we love disappear.