The Dolphins, The Heavens Poem by Robert Rorabeck

The Dolphins, The Heavens



Another song crying like a teacher—
The day is unaffected,
The Ferris Wheel still turns around,
Even though the dolphins swam away:
They came to see her or
It,
But she or her was too far inland—but she still
Painted a pretty picture,
Turning as she did for them
Even though all of the other Ferris Wheels had
Already left Town Town—
There she was in the corner of her own lot—
The feral cats playing violins and
Bedding down,
And I triumphant moon rose over the sea
That was like a fairytale for her,
The Ferris Wheel—and she laid there
Forever, refusing to be handled,
Searching through the very top of her pin-balled
Apex,
Flashing with the greatest exuberance—
She can still be seen today,
Waiting for the dolphins to come to her,
Waiting for the heavens to touch the ground.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Brian Jani 09 June 2014

Robert you nailed this poem

0 0 Reply
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Robert Rorabeck

Robert Rorabeck

Berrien Springs
Close
Error Success