Playgrounds That Cannot Breathe Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Coveting your heart- where it does now
Beat,
Across the train tracks and inside another theatre:
Tomorrow your son will even be
Another year old,
And I’ll still be drowning in a wishing well
Through the lugubrious moonlight outside of
Another lilac church,
Licking my wounds through the cavalier
Memories of you-
As you go, and become lost, dancing with the fairies
Who would not dare mock the carelessness of
Your heart- And I go that way too,
Some kind of shadow burned off the souls of
Your moving feet- as there seems to be another of
Your banners in the air-
As the foxes leap for the nuptials of airplanes in the
Playgrounds that cannot breathe.