Through Those Infinite Heavens Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Losing days as snakes shed skin,
Figuring out the chinks in the gardens of love,
And Mary saw a star in the sky after the movie,
Which I figured was an angel,
Because my belief in you is so strong that I can believe
Anything,
And count on the many kisses you have to give to me,
Even though you have two children almost woebegone in the
Student parking lot of the university you will never
Attend,
But the waves still come in their bands of metamorphosis:
See how they commonly change,
Roiling in the strange dress of the sea; and now I almost said
That I loved you on the page of this truck stop:
I almost said something beautiful until I forgot my letters
Of regret in the empty spaces of despondent romances
That take up all of their time through those infinite heavens.