The Classrooms Of Their Households Poem by Robert Rorabeck

The Classrooms Of Their Households



Glaciers of an evaporating school yard—
Thoughts of rabbits and working girls disappeared amongst the roses—
And silent boys in the middle of their classes—
Glowing—feeling their own armpits sweating in their perpendicular rows:
What will awaken tomorrow but the spikenard of gumshoe
Gambits—each field a classroom of pestilent daycare—
Each joy in the kaleidoscope from the windows of an airplane—
And the moonbeams looking up and up—
Pulling the slendered shoulders of the marionettes—some of them
Homo sapiens, others the trigger fish of drive in movie
Theatres—as the weekend grows over the commercials of its
Resolution—and girls get up just as beautiful day—
Fading into the echoes of mailboxes—perfumes the spread from
The classrooms of their households—
Until all of their tender evaporated exist underneath one sky—
Until that too is gone, as the football players leave their field,
As the song birds abandon their songs.

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Robert Rorabeck

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