Both Of These Things Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Peeks clouded in ennui: I don’t even think they
Could even be real,
As schools are closing, and teachers are going on vacation,
But eventually all of it clears and maybe I can make love to
You again:
Alma, maybe I can write the lines that will keep my love burning
For you forever:
And you’ll never even have to go to Washington DC,
Because as they start out they will begin building all of the monuments
Right around you,
And the lifeguards will baptize you and you will make love down where
The truants smoke in the high velocity sea
Over which even the most steely of airplanes seem like wishful feathers,
Because I love you, Alma, and you are beautiful,
And both of these things will always be….