Home Across The Carports Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Alma, I am listening to you right now,
While I am wishing that I had a bicycle to ride toward your
Clever boudoirs;
And while I think of you I also praise all of your immaculate
Jewelry,
While over these past two months you’ve become my one and
Only muse:
Don’t you wonder now, Alma, as I do too, if Sharon and Erin
Read you too:
Maybe even Kelly reads you, if she can read- while my house
Floats on a sea of your world,
And I will meet you everywhere, for you are as brilliant as
You are beautiful, Alma:
Really, you are more beautiful and more brilliant than me:
I am just the hungry satellite orbiting the aforementioned brilliance,
But I can still buy you dinner,
Even if you love Nelson: I love you, and I want to take you to
The movies, and I want to pan gold for you:
And my nose bleeds and my feelings are unconditional for you,
For the astronauts of their ice-creams will soon be floating home
For you,
And we have my mother so worried:
But she is a good woman, Alma: my mother, she is a good woman,
And if she really knew you, she would really love you, but right now
I am always too busy climbing up your sweet and darkening brown
Slopes, bighting my lip for the grizzly bears of your cupids to
Give a damn to even begin describing your stupid beauty for
Her Alma:
And I have been so high up to kiss all the pleasurable white necks of
All the passive tense aspens, and not even give another word or
A damn for:
Alma,
I love you: I love you and my lights give off their brilliance,
And my canons fire off their ordinances for you, while you are drinking the
Perfumes of your defeated orchards,
And all of the greater amusements that I have already defeated for you,
Just to call you home across the carports and again into the
Drunken teddy bears of our shared
And unexplainable bedrooms:
This is how hard I get, and this is how hard I always try for you,
Alma….
Alma.