Robert Rorabeck

Rookie - 450 Points (04/10/1978 / Berrien Springs)

The Beautiful Ocean - Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Blue gill in the lake of my childhood
Underneath the burning sugarcane of my childhood
Which I never truly saw:
Nor were there stolen bicycles in the canal,
Or rabbits holes to housewives bedrooms
I could not even interpret what I thought of you
Lost in the scars and sweats over all of
Those meandering afternoons the visions of
A Cyclops introduced to the kaleidoscope you
Can tell he is enamored and his senses
Have been turned it pigs, and yet
The beautiful ocean opens all around him like
A flower the rest of the heroes escape into
Her classes- and he doesn’t even care.


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, July 24, 2011

Poem Edited: Monday, July 25, 2011


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