Summer Dreams Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Enjoy the dreams of this summer
For the flowers which grow here
Don’t live long at all.
In the cathedral of giants,
Each one its own beautiful species,
If flawed,
Vicariously touching
By the workmen who flit
Here and there passing around the
Feelings tattooed on their legs.
We grow together in the same valley.
Though we never meet,
We spend this daylight’s eternity
Unbuttoned in welcome,
The grandeur of inescapable distance,
The sun and the moon our parents
Attending us through the hours,
Though far too distant to be understood.
Their same light lays upon us
Miles apart here and now,
I open my door and step outside
Expectantly.