Of A Sunny Day Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Life is hard all the way around
The angels:
Even as the college blooms as it was
Paid to do:
Beautiful in the lumber of its shadows,
Spilling over
Kaleidoscope down slope from
The reindeer—
And maybe if she is in her bed she
Can remember me:
Maybe she can get upset and push off
Into shadows—
I hope she can be the wife of the king,
And she will be triumphant—
With her roses,
And with her ring—
And I will be forced to slip away
From her—like shadows from the graves
Of a sunny day.