Drunken Honeymoons Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Drunken Honeymoons

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In a weather of summersaults I fade from you:
I remember me,
Do you remember you: or the evidence of your
Children living in the armpits
Of the aboriginal empires,
Building pyramids in Egypt or in Mexico:
As the phoenix becomes a bonfire of the inebriates
Of our drunken high school only to bloom
Again—
Repeating the metamorphosis that cannot begin to
Be described—
We love each other equally, and all of the time:
Forgetting sometimes until we come into view—
Can we ever look up into the heavens
To see from our high school:
Whatever it is we cannot remember—as the Ferris wheels
Turn away, as we are on our drunken honeymoons,
With wives hung around our shoulders whom
We cannot even begin to describe.

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