So Many Hidden Summers - Poem by Robert Rorabeck
The night has hidden all the cars,
And my loneliness,
But it has brought you out to haunt me
Like subconscious planets suddenly
Doused with the light of a realized sun.
The shadows are so thick they are dancing
In a penumbra of muggy clouds.
The trees and the washing machines are
And even the rock garden has new haunts.
The very sharp architecture on the roofs
Of houses are delinquents,
And the sky tastes of seashells.
I am alone but not alone, and nothing but
But nothing crawls like the tinder bird-like
Hands of lovers along the plates of a
While the tender red throats still show
Slightly through crepuscule,
While your name whispers like coolly rumors
Way back in the parks of my silent
Reanimating mind the very places you’ve
Forgotten to wonder for so many hidden summers.
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