To The Adventures Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Adjustments to the adventures that
No one reads—
Starting out again, going to the discount
Shop one or two blocks from
The house—
To buy five dollar wine,
To blindly past the topiary
While the otters so eagerly sleep at
The zoo—now more going around and
Around on the merry goes—
The children are very well gone too—
Words lying abandoned upon their
Discount shelves,
And not a housewife exists who will
Buy them—
But back near the sea—cenotaphs of
Houses of monuments the elements
Forage,
Carving out the escargots,
Making us remember—that
Maybe there is something good left
For you—left for me.