The Candles Of A Fairytale Poem by Robert Rorabeck

The Candles Of A Fairytale



I write too many things for you—
With weeds up to my knees and night blooming
Jasmines
Hanging around the fences of a baseball
Diamond—
Uneasily, the planes take off and then settle
In the sky,
Nosebleeds eeking out sunlight—
Stewardesses walking back and forth down
The aisle like church goers,
Like members of a wedding train there in
The sky:
It is a metamorphosis I don't know about,
But we can buy tickets—
Ride through the billowing whiles the sunlight
Molests like bulls their matadors—
And when we come down again
We will be in a different city with other dreams
Leaping over us—as if it was ourselves
And we were the candles of a fairytale.

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