Robert Rorabeck

Bronze Star - 2,195 Points (04/10/1978 / Berrien Springs)

Our Bedroom Of Sky - Poem by Robert Rorabeck

There is the mother
Carousing in her grotto—
There is the place filled
With so many
And not enough Christmas
There is the problem—
There is someone else whom
You love waiting in the driveway—
And the same pictures are on
The television—
Nothing is changing—
Zoetropes of mirages—
The same classrooms we go into
To partake in our daydreams—
And those classes that make up
Our bedroom of sky.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, January 23, 2013

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