The River Where You Were Sent Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Bullies on the sidelines of my love
Looking at the underbelly or penumbra
Of the arc hidden in the Swedish alps
Like voyeurisms of milkmaids
The long daylight gives equal
Dividends to both sides
Of the canal,
But upon only one side can we live,
And the paper airplanes
Are thrust away,
And the fireworks are spent, while
I spend so much time loving you,
But you can never love me, gone-
Flown across the river where you were sent.