Robert Rorabeck

Bronze Star - 2,238 Points (04/10/1978 / Berrien Springs)

Goldfish Of All Of Their Tomorrows - Poem by Robert Rorabeck

A little time more for reindeer in my blood,
And just because of these words,
A little more-
And then the forest is closed- the elevator is
Shut without anymore echoes,
And then like missing children turning up in rhyme-
And then as if waking up drooling mouthed
In the revelations of an rv again,
Like a goldfish won across the canal, in the fair
Grounds of another moon,
While your penultimate muse keeps on swearing
That she loves her family,
And she loves her family again, while the waves
Leap up,
And keep in kissing the teal of another sad tomorrow;
While in her morning, the icecream you bought her
And the words you’ve had to say to her fail:
Then the day clouds over,
And any friends that you’ve had find shelter underneath
The overpasses and wait for her tennis courts to shed
Their fears, like rattle snake snaked shed their
Skins- and for you to come over,
Allowing her to kiss all of her cheeks, and all of your
Hemispheres, while the medias continue to play the
Hemispheres of her favorite colors- approaching her
Again and again, touching roses,
And biting her on the mouth, trying to poison this
Reason into her, while the traffic waits out in the shadows,
And the fireworks hold their breaths,
Wondering, and wondering when they will be lit off
Again just so that they can once again kiss all of the lips of
The goldfish of their tomorrows.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 30, 2011

Poem Edited: Friday, May 6, 2011

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