The Residue Of Visions Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Comparative to the structure of your eyes:
Bending back, brown-stemmed visions of places
Lactating in the milkweeds,
Feeding the big-lipped minnows—
Switch-back from the dens of housewives,
Hidden away with the jewels of extinct Indians:
Somewhere around here,
A latchkey child,
A lost love—an almost thing—
New abbreviations in the spring, and her words
Are gone from the indistinct pages
I could never find the words to fill
But heard them like the residue of visions that
Had already come and gone.