Robert Rorabeck

Bronze Star - 2,025 Points (04/10/1978 / Berrien Springs)

On My Way Home - Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Painting in the four colors of the universe
Underneath the microbes of your lost
Love,
After someone like you has gone from a window
Like mine
Once the snow has melted
And the Ferris Wheels have folded like wet
Wasps,
And this is the song you sing after school
As spring is supposed
To melt,
And the trailers of history and social studies
Look like a drunken park underneath the tall
Sunlight:
And somewhere around here there is a
Baseball diamond,
And an alligator yawns- but I do not see you
Anymore, because I figure you were my
Make-believe and I am on my way home.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, December 8, 2011

Poem Edited: Friday, December 9, 2011


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