The One Or Two Beautiful Places Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Oh, THE one or two beautiful
Places see, to be shot out
Never mindful of the hemisphere or anything else
We had to believe in:
This is us all and us all right here:
It isn’t the prettiest of all resolutions,
But this is how it always happened,
Her children starving out in the middle of a park
Inside of her echinopsis—and, anyways,
This is just how we imagined that you
Would have to starve out inside
The playboy centerfolds of anyways and just
Because—
The beautiful monuments
And the homes that were once inside the
Otherwise wayward realms that otherwise
Could not believe in the waywardly bedrooms
And monuments that other wise tried to
Believe otherly and just because.