Robert Rorabeck

Bronze Star - 2,195 Points (04/10/1978 / Berrien Springs)

Blueberries - Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Salient solution in Ganymede’s
I have been up and down the Grand Canyon,
Up and down
Three times, brushing against her side,
And candy canes and rainbows-
Lonely men doing lonely jigs in between the bars
Of their favorite barbershop cemetery;
And I don’t know if I want to wake up tomorrow
Here in the clandestine halls of nothing at all;
And I wanted to ask Kelly, as a friend,
If she thought I was not insignificantly beautiful,
But I thought she should really like to lie to me;
And I thought they would all always like to lie
To me,
Going back and forth across the blue jay
Colored rug, where all the eggs had cracked into the
Scribbles of shallow water estuaries;
And her favorite color is blue berries:
Her favorite color is always blueberries.

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  • (9/28/2011 2:47:00 PM)

    Who could think you insignificantly beautiful Bret? ? I would say significantly so!
    Kind regards Marie.
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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 28, 2010

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