Robert Rorabeck

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

Just As The First Man Dreamed - Poem by Robert Rorabeck

I am the joy that you don’t have to feel,
Back alone with your thirsty family, don’t move a muscle:
Hear the train calling to no one;
It knows where to move;
But you always say that you will marry me tomorrow,
And you wear the gold that I bought you:
You don’t seem thirsty:
Perhaps your body is a brown river, hallucinating and going
Back and forth,
Harping in the school bus that is miles away, taking away
Your son to imaginary places:
Maybe he will fall in love with a princess and her sisters in
A crystal house,
While I wait alone in my home, the lions curling about me,
As we all dream about you, Alma,
Just as the first man dreamed about his fire.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, August 16, 2010

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