Brave Enough To Tell You Poem by Robert Rorabeck

I drink rum, I am so amazed that the plastic
Remains of cowboys and Indians still populate the shelves
Of toy stores;
Or that you still are my candy store: Maybe this weekend
I will forget about you as I shell out,
As I start spending a half hour’s worth of time near the airport
With a girl from Spain:
They all come from Spain, originally, girls:
Even blue eyed and milky skinned, they were all birthed in
Catalonia underneath the milky clocks
When I was just a young thing in high school and not a single
One could teach me a thing:
That was the when and where girls have come from,
And I am glad that I could remember enough and also that
I was brave enough to tell you, my love.