Like Anna - Poem by Robert Rorabeck
Oh, what trouble I’ve begun
Tonight; it says its 7: 07, a palindrome,
Like Anna, like Anna, like Anna.
I am fishing at the lip of the canal,
And the land is so very flat, and dictionaries
Are floating with torn spines from the
Last hurricane; and the city is no longer
Recognizable. I sleep under her still,
And try and comfort her by telling her
That he will come again and make things
Right; but I know that he is gone,
As I am going too, graduated to the west
Carrying nothing but a thimble of crocodile
Tears towards the spell. His classes are over,
And there are new students, and the University
Has bought more land, and there are so many
Students not a single one knows anybody,
But they are paying good money to learn something.
Then at night, she has wondered into the bar,
And all the men are drinking, and looking at her legs.
Just a couple blocks over, where the land is very,
Very flat, the dog walks under the swings in the
Park connected to the elementary school,
Where there should be lovers, where I swung with
Her and then away, for now there is nobody.
She has new dreams, and starts out upon them by
Kissing him, and taking his name; perhaps,
A palindrome, like Anna, like Anna, like Anna,
Or any other.
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