Robert Rorabeck

Rookie - 227 Points (04/10/1978 / Berrien Springs)

The Numbers of Aspens


In the numbers of aspens,
Airplanes singing, I have my wife—I have my wife,
And now my child—
Rainbows stutter towards the kaleidoscopes of
Brick-a-brack of the homeless unicorns:
It was supposed to be a baseball game,
In all weathers, but especially on valentines—
And then the windows stuttered,
And even the luckiest of the gold fish caught a cold—
And it turned out to be all some kind of make-believe—
And the weathers surrendered to their favorite
Stewardesses—
And other words that cannot be repeat because
It just so happens they didn’t survive.

Submitted: Wednesday, May 08, 2013
Edited: Thursday, May 09, 2013

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