The Endless Goblet Poem by Robert Rorabeck

The Endless Goblet



Barbs in a fish provide the pain
Which eventually produces the jewelry of
A soul—
I stop wanting while the daylight mends,
And the busses turn around
In their usual rituals
Just outside of school—
When the daylight fades, chapter-books
Close that no one reads—
And the highways start out which no one
Follows—see them winding their ways
Through the parades of
Midnight, like water-breathing snakes
All captured in coral—
And the beautiful blue eyes of the
Cheerleaders are all so far away—
Never dreaming that they could
Metamorphosis—
And the night brings the endless goblet
To his lips,
But your steps are nothing that he
Can swallow.

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Robert Rorabeck

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