Now So Gone Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Sepia colored swing sets, how shrewd:
I’ll imagine you in the nude,
Bending over the oil barrel or wishing well,
Painting on the liquid enamels a
Homeopathic spell:
Put on your birthday cake fast rabbits or
Swifter terrapin,
But no one can ever claim your virginity again:
Like a bike thief in the night, he made a little buck,
And afterwards on both your legs you watched
Movies you could thoroughly quote,
And the university awaited for the morning,
And all its expensive doors: I have never seen a place
More deciduous, more beautiful, for future housewives
To explore:
And I am putting an end to this, like boxes of chalk
On concrete- Little places for you to put your skipping
Next to some barber shops and traffic, how sweet:
And we ate breakfast with your mother, who had important
Secrets to tell you,
Your senses flooded by the usual dreams, I looked out
The effluvious windows at the regular traffic streams;
But I had new pictures there, entire corpulent gardens to
Imbibe- You had your tattooed identity, and I my blooming
Lost tribe: Now so gone so gone so gone.