Down by the hop-along Cadillacs of my <br />Sad memories, <br />Bivouacked in the junkyard of the lonely <br />Months- <br />The house and the dogs burned away, <br />Emolliated in sacrifice <br />To the goddess who flashed like phosphorous <br />Across the canal: <br />My wife- like a kite of flame- Didn’t she <br />Know that was the wrong way to the mall- <br />The donkeys galloped first under <br />And then over- neath the moon: <br />The conquistadors asked then how they could <br />Do that- but sunken as they were <br />Up to their chins in the blue nests of <br />Dunes- how could they see: <br />Like cenotaphs praying to the waves, <br />I realized that I was amongst them- <br />The heavens unwrapped new holidays in the air, <br />And the stars shed their skins- maybe they <br />Were making believe, <br />But my heart was stolen- in its place a shadow play <br />Of puppets, <br />She was no longer anywhere near to see.<br /><br />Robert Rorabeck<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/no-longer-anywhere-near/
