Thoughts Which Cannot Be Explained Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Thoughts Which Cannot Be Explained



They flow in these blues:
The thoughts which mountains have,
The dazed carnivores—
The way I looked at
you
Across the rooms,
The great basins and wombs
Of glacial tears
The flower shops
The bees stumble through—
I stepped on your ring finger
Like a root
Growing over the carpet in some classroom—
These things I’ve never had,
Thoughts which cannot be explained
In the blink of an eye
As you walked away.

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Robert Rorabeck

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Berrien Springs
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