In The Open Glades Poem by Robert Rorabeck

In The Open Glades



I will take you up now to the
Level of heaven where I believe you have never
Been,
Sleeping alone with your husband,
While my door doesn’t close
Around you same neighborhood the trains and
Airplanes contract:
Where I no longer believe I can survive
Wholeheartedly,
Even though my mother and father used to live around
These parts:
And I used to work with you- didn’t I,
Muse,
While the angels have been making love like
Kissing cousins,
And another heaven fades,
As daylight fades, as the serpents and their
Saints go to sleep enfolded:
And I just found another reason to be alone,
While the school closes
And all of the beautiful students go home,
Accumulating to themselves:
I suppose some of them have been in love, underneath all
Of this- but in the morning, with or without
Airplanes, it will start out so early all again,
While the roses open
And the housewives forget themselves and give into
Sin:
As they sunbathe for all of the elements- while they
Lavish in the open glades,
Just as the hummingbirds remain to fair and open
Occupying the water fountains outside of the classrooms
Where their souls just so happen to get laid.

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