Of Things That Remain This Way Poem by Robert Rorabeck
Of Things That Remain This Way
I have to work tomorrow while
The sun sounds
Vociferous,
And all the people who are
Out there
And who have said the
Pledges of allegiance
Are collected on home;
They go this way over canals
Filled with water moccasins
And stolen bicycles
Pondering across the houses of
Lovers who will never love
Them,
And into the lights of
Their own estuary to
Douse,
To dream of things
That remain this way.
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