Robert Rorabeck

Rookie - 386 Points (04/10/1978 / Berrien Springs)

Jet Planes - Poem by Robert Rorabeck

I saw my little cousin today:
I see them almost everywhere, at the movies,
Waiting at home in front of the television,
But I cannot hardly recognize them
They’ve grown like weeds is the aphorism,
And they’ve removed their pea green houses,
And their unicorns aren’t for real,
But lonely in their front yards with the tenebrous
Blue weeds:
You know, I see them on the swing-set and I want
To join them, but I am too old
For the sports of Christmas trees and young
Jet planes.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 8, 2010



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