The Wishes Of Little Boys Who Enjoy Leaving This World Poem by Robert Rorabeck

While on their honeymoon they eat honeydew and buy
Fireworks—they stop for a while and eat lunch
On a hill: they are filled with the premonitions of nursery rhymes:
And they are coming forward to go back again—
Aren't they so beautiful, like wishes swinging towards those things
Which cannot be fulfilled- What a glowing species
That spill their children like caviar and pearls onto their front
Yards while the housecats sleep in the aloe—
It is a beautiful place they can remember to live in—with an
Orange tree in the backyard—and churches across the canal—
But they can only escape to here when they have vanished
From everyone else—
And the houses of light stand along the road like soldiers on
Point, as the rockets slip above their crowns—
The wishes of little boys who enjoy leaving this world.