Happy Birthdays Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Rejoining through the sabbaticals of wonder,
Every day in a glorious prosthesis: how I hold you without
Even feeling,
Not even coldness- the day pigeonholed with these rays of
Marionettes,
Amputees growing stuff back like jellyfish triaged in the
Sterile hallways of high school that doesn’t
Even feel anymore,
While the rain comes expectantly the way girls want things
When all they can see is their beauty in your eyes.