Until They Roamed Far And Wide Poem by Robert Rorabeck

I spoked my bike behind the waves,
And counted down
To when the night would finally douse the sky
And hopefully your gaze-
I rode home beside the rich houses, and tried to
Forget your name,
While one side of the world was cool and seemed
To forget forever
In the roiling of its powers and in its womanhood,
While you did not come to my little
House today, Alma- and my soul was all washed up,
And now I am trying to find the pretty words to speak
To you
As you are not listening, flashed into the sweet sauces
Of your bedroom,
And making love to the man of all of your years,
The eagerness of two hearts I will never know
Roaming the caesuras of ribs that were stolen from
Each other until they roamed
Far and wide and were found again.