Robert Rorabeck

Bronze Star - 2,164 Points (04/10/1978 / Berrien Springs)

For Care Or Reason - Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Feeling unsure now that anything will happen
Between us:
I still like looking at your face, and your daughters face,
Like the Oracle of Delphi in a mug shot against the
Peg board:
Out in the natural habitat of spruce trees: out in the yard
Where the peacock dances for the foxes;
Does she know where I’ve hidden her eggs, where I’ve
Taken them off to the zoo, while the clouds baptize
In the rains- and the carport glimmers like a shroud
And you are taking refuge in there with
The husked shells of conquistadors: now you can wash your
Dishes and your clothes in them, and comb your hair a thousand
Times,
As in the somnolence of all the rains there seems to make some
Kind of reason, and I can smell your firm architectures of your
Body as it is folded inside that very shelter, with the washing
Machine, and with your daughter-
And it is all I need for care or reason.


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 25, 2010



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