Give me despairing hope <br />Going up the highway I should have left <br />A decade ago: <br />Give me tombs for my shoulders, and <br />Coagulant for these wrists: <br />Still living on another world of pretty <br />Mimosa- and I only can give <br />So many names to the trees that shade <br />In the night: <br />Flapping trees and gilded- trees that flood <br />The harems beside the highway <br />Or dream of the goldfish getting fat and <br />Cantankerous in the wishing wells <br />Not too far from here: <br />But anywhere, anywhere but here- <br />And I have loved her, but she has flown off: <br />And I built this coffin for her so like an arc, <br />But the prettiest days are over- <br />And the parades of ice cubes are melting <br />And contaminating her heavenly drink.<br /><br />Robert Rorabeck<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/her-heavenly-drink/
