Robert Rorabeck

Veteran Poet - 1,893 Points (04/10/1978 / Berrien Springs)

Little More Than A Happy Candle - Poem by Robert Rorabeck

How rude the cross to lay dreaming in golden
Filigree on Monday
While in less than an hour Alma will be cleaning things in the
Fruiteria:
Alma who must weigh less than one hundred pounds;
And I am up near two hundred:
She was born in Guerro Mexico, and I have never seen how the
Monarch butterflies must have migrated across the shoulders
In the cantinas of her childhood,
But her eyes are as ochre as their sadness:
How rich and stimulating, like the soul penned by big brown
Buttons into the stare of a paper doll:
Strong weather could pick her up and carry her into the makebelieve
Of unicorns:
She loves the Virgin of Guadalupe: she wears her around her neck,
And she cleans the counter while the day leaps over her
Like a boy enamored with her body, like a brown tree wayward
Of its orchard, but happy,
The sun little more than a happy candle basking over her soul.


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 28, 2010



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