Robert Rorabeck

Rookie - 450 Points (04/10/1978 / Berrien Springs)

With The Speed Of Light - Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Baseball games are the openings of the day’s lunch boxes—
Don’t you see how they make pretty news in between the playgrounds
Of the day’s pretty tears:
Well, she was here anyways—reclusive, until she got bored,
Cardboard marionette torn about by the passionate
Happenstance of fireworks—
And the highways proceed swerving around her,
Going all of the way off to Tennessee or some other
Out of the way place, filled with isolated grottos
And mermaids who have become cenotaphs
Until there is no other way to run—
And all of the Goldilocks have been defeated—
Places that leave us in the dust,
As if we’ve been looking back for a million years,
And she has gone forwards with the speed of light.


Comments about With The Speed Of Light by Robert Rorabeck

  • Rookie - 23 Points Aldrich Suarez (7/7/2013 9:25:00 PM)

    A story as fast as the speed of light :)) (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, July 7, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, July 8, 2013


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