Like the dissected rainbow of abused starlets <br />Like the beginning or the end of my misappropriated <br />Hope <br />That I cannot see the outcome for, and yet the sea <br />Is certainly some busy yard of beautiful graveyard and nursery: <br />And my parents are going away, <br />And as I jogged alone for you, I saw the first happenstance of <br />A prism leaping like a colorful gazelle from the asphalt: <br />And my mother couldn’t do any better than loving my <br />Father, <br />And I love you this way, like a gagged symphony, like the last <br />Stripes of a fish who knows she will not survive even while <br />She bares her young to the unthoughtful spectacles of the <br />Deep, <br />As you bared yourself for me maybe for the last time, <br />As I lamented the loss of the tall swing sets <br />And then I brushed your lips and yours to mine in the hidden <br />House beside the albino alligator who seemed to smile <br />Up at us a smile you swore to me you had never seen before.<br /><br />Robert Rorabeck<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-smile-you-had-never-seen-before/
