As Useless To Believe Poem by Robert Rorabeck

As Useless To Believe



Will you still be with your man in
The summer of the fever of your unrequited wedding—
Will I still have to slide down the banister of your
Church and into a graveyard—
While my wife talks drunkenly on the phone to
Another relative in China—
And the other fashionable existences have to believe
That the sun is coming up tomorrow—
And you have new men either in the bull pen or
Up your sleeve—
And it is new years—and the bottle rockets that
We've sent up the mountain can just lie there and
Never have to come down
The mountain to see this side of heaven or
Anything else that is just as useless to believe.

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Robert Rorabeck

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