Come Another Wonderful Morning Poem by Robert Rorabeck

I meant to say something beautiful, tossing the bottle up
To taste my lips,
While I thought I saw the coral snake underneath the trailer
Some weeks ago:
Yes, wasn’t it mother’s day: and I can’t remember if I had yet
Tussled with A-,
But it seems to me now as if that too was a dream,
For surely I can never do that again:
How close I go to her while even then the icecream trucks were
Getting up and not even yet dreaming about their
Songs of ululating;
And then I think that there are so many statues of the Virgin of Gaudelupe

Up and down Cherry Rd and where her uncle Romero lives:
I was in his house tonight even though he wasn’t home:
Mierna fed me dinner,
And then I looked at her collection of Virgins and thought of A-:
Then I went to Walmart and bought a Mexican baseball cap,
And now I am at home drinking without air-conditioning,
Hoping that I will be all sobered up
Come another wonderful morning.