I am seeing somebody, and she is not here: <br />My back hurts: <br />I am forgetting that I haven’t learned how to spell: <br />Fairytales are on the swings, <br />And muses that I cannot bare to leave are being taken <br />Down from the sky like ornaments, <br />From the vespers that whisper her one or two names <br />To the hollow places on my person: <br />To both the places that open up to her, and to the places <br />That would try to close around her: <br />Pleading the effigies underneath the stir crazy bodies of <br />The airplanes, turning around <br />Like birds singing a song over the happy though armless <br />Prince to which their lighter than air bodies are <br />Meaning to crown.<br /><br />Robert Rorabeck<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/somebody-26/
