The Cherry Tree Poem by Robert Rorabeck

So long- the pageantry of airplanes fare-
Going into those ballrooms of eventual catastrophe,
As I saw her through the looking glass,
Kissing a man who was a spider in a kaleidoscope of
All of his elbows,
And I became all of a womb undone by her
Family- and a scar in the bright Pharisees that lap
Against the emptiness they have left in their
Classes,
And this is my new song to no one underneath
The cherry tree that never blooms.