Robert Rorabeck Poems

Sounds of your memory—what does
It mean, all of those diseases:
Thinking and thinking of Colorado
Where my mother was born outside of Denver—
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Where all of the minnows go to drink
Around the knees of key deer
Until their tiny wishes sink
Under them:
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Imaginations of all of those castles—
Over-spilling while the wash is just becoming done,
Over the beds that we cannot realize,
Over the imaginations of the setting sun:
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I groped her body like a blind gardener;
And she was yet too taught to have any children or
To have drunken much liquor,
So I imagine that tomorrow she will be shopping,
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The night is a stogy panther- With you in it
Further north and away,
And in it always remaining those things I cannot
Spell and thus cannot say-
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Gambling for this new night
Down in the hollows,
Drinking my watered down spirits,
Hoping to see real life- moonlit humanity
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Today, the same old things- the new scars,
Ringless fingers,
And the way the clouds tended to move like
Somnulent cars
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Long lost passageways come down
sometimes from the sun they help
you remember how the holy ghost
burned when you were young
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The fidelity of the day
Runs along the chrome gills
Of her highway,
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They decorated the star-well
Until they became the center
Of gravity’s loose attention
And all the eyes of their peers
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