She forgets. <br />Her eyes fade off of him <br />Return to the busy madness <br />She drives away in— <br /> <br />If she would come back <br />And let him give it another shot. <br />If she could use her heart <br />To focus her vision— <br />If he would stand there long enough <br />For her to take a picture…. <br /> <br />But she forgets. <br />Her life is too busy— <br />It is the mad business she <br />Has to take care of— <br />She has a needy infant upon each tit, <br />And two hungry wolf pups gnawing in her shoals, <br />Waiting for their turns of nourishment, <br />So that they might found a city about her…. <br /> <br />But she forgets <br />That she is about to become the <br />Last goddess of a great civilization— <br />She is too busy with the mad business <br />She drives away in…. <br /> <br />Her eyes fade off him. <br />She drives away from the linden forest <br />Into the glinting nameless cities— <br /> <br />She forgets.<br /><br />Robert Rorabeck<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/she-forgets/
