Almost time for a <br />Reason spoken to <br />Midnight <br />Of men with <br />Their hands in <br />The air— <br />Whose time is <br />Up— <br />The dyslexic haunts <br />Of fire flies <br />Outside the <br />Grottos of <br />The housewife's <br />Kitchens— <br />Better words I <br />Don't know to <br />Save myself— <br />I can only remember <br />The diminutive ferris wheels <br />Of my prepubescent existence— <br />And the time we launched a <br />Thousand ships only to find <br />That nothing happened.<br /><br />Robert Rorabeck<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/that-nothing-happened/
