The Echoes Of A Jubilee Poem by Robert Rorabeck
The Echoes Of A Jubilee
Baseball diamonds of Siamese twins—
And now here I am, separated from
My love,
Both of us living on other sides of the runway—
My words not clever enough to find her—
Just the echoes of a jubilee of a smoked out
Apiary—
And when the waves come in the darkest night
Or in the middle of the day,
I cannot see them, but think about them
As I travel home all by my lonesome—
Just as my tombstone thinks of me.
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