My Forgotten World Poem by Robert Rorabeck
My Forgotten World
Sanctuary of a playground in
A rainstorm
I never took old girlfriends too—
A swing-set, really—
All I carried about—
Thinking of muses in the armpit of
Florida—
Above the navel oranges of Ocala,
The commercialisms of
Orlando—
This was my forgotten world even
While I was there—
And the lines I sewed beneath the
Swings
For a love I always knew was never there.
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