Some Other Man's Shore Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Feeling a new flow of virtue underneath my wings
As it continues on- on,
As far away from my window as I can, counting into
The numb lips of the previous cadavers
Of my muse until it happens right here:
The meetings over bridges- the leaping into the séance
Of fires- another night finally blinded underneath
All of her windows,
And the airplanes gone through their fabulous
Ventures:
The exoskeletons so fabulously clinging through their
Old departments,
As you can feel the glowing lights of her lost malls
All around you- and this is just the final thing
That you do last of all for her before you go to sleep:
After all of her flowers have been delivered,
And her chocolates, and you are so entirely sure that she doesn’t
Deserve you anymore- until finally the night dreams
Come like care giving dragons, like crustaceans underneath
The séances of butterflies and dragonflies- kissing their
Last unlucky numbers, and finally glad that they’ve
Stumbled upon to the lover of some other man’s shore.