Sharon.... Sharon Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Cold, visionless: now let me say your
Name, Sharon:
I’ve climbed mountains for you,
Though I am good at no sports;
Things trickle downward into expensive
Resorts,
Sharon…. Sharon, please:
I look ugly on highways, so ugly,
Even my sisters don’t care about me,
Sharon….. Please:
I love so few, so little things….
Sharon…. Please:
I’ve climbed four mountains in one day:
Lincoln, Democrat, Boss, and Quandary,
Sharon;
But my greatest accomplishment was Mnt. Evans
And Mnt. Massive in one day:
That’s the first and fourth highest mountains
In Colorado…. Sharon, Sharon:
My body is so cold; it is like it’s at the morgue,
Sharon…. Sharon:
While I was doing that I wasn’t thinking of you,
I was touching the foothills of god,
Sharon….. Sharon:
The earth is spinning wildly, and I don’t know what
To do…. I would like to come and live near you
Like an early denouement, Sharon….
I would like to save you from the paper snowflakes and
The condiments of blood,
But you are already married, Sharon….
And my grandmother is already dead. Perhaps you’ve
Already pissed off a greater love;
But I love you, Sharon: Before I was born I knew that
I always would,
But now you are up to no good…. Sharon,
But I will still love you…. Sharon; I will always love you,
Sharon;
I always knew that I always would….