The Harmony Of My Parents Feet Poem by Robert Rorabeck

The Harmony Of My Parents Feet



Paddle boats in a sea the boys made
To take their loves:
There, the crocodiles are grinning, showing their
Games to the grasshoppers:
When they jump, they go down blouses and into
Ice-cream:
The world is on the move, a transience of jade-
Underneath the spokes of the Ferris Wheel
Winnowing sunlight into
Little girls,
The blue rivers only appear to move: the tourists
Are moving,
Like a serpent of t-shirts:
And I hear them not too far away, pressing my ear
To the grass-
The ants crawl around enjoying the echoes from
The open mouths of lions:
They will take the memory of this symphony down
Beneath me
To their muses in the cathedrals underfoot-
Their indecipherable dreams- with their heads like beads
Of sand,
Will transcend through the harmony my parents’ feet
Make as they get up before the sun
And hurry off to work.

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