Sunlight has its new management again in the sky: <br />You were kissing her: <br />I could not describe you <br />Again in the sunlight of the cul-de-sac of another <br />Honeymoon- <br />But I saw you again in the ferris wheels of <br />I don’t know- <br />But I saw you again in his arms and across the <br />Train tracks even though nothing else of it was <br />Anything special: <br />And the daylight seeds over the teeth of dragons, <br />But anything more from the classical <br />Literature is lost to me- <br />And Johnny Apple seed has burned down my throat, <br />And you are still climbing up the latter to him <br />In the stars- <br />My uncle is still selling grapefruit and calebasas- <br />The ukuleles still sing across the yards <br />Like the hind ends of <br />Locusts- <br />That this is the very end of summer, and the fireworks <br />Have burned, <br />And all of our greatest loves have disappeared beneath the <br />Rose bushes- <br />As the fish still try to leap to kiss the tattooed lips of <br />The angels bending down in the constellations of <br />A less than Christmas sky.<br /><br />Robert Rorabeck<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/christmas-sky/
