Robert Rorabeck

Bronze Star - 2,195 Points (04/10/1978 / Berrien Springs)

The Hidden Yards - Poem by Robert Rorabeck

A womb of a pledge of allegiance no one
Stands for—
In a sky full of ancestral promises without a single
Drop of rain
Over a schoolyard just as empty of busses as
It is of children—
And I lie in the fever of the gutters of broken
But my wife is not my muse: she is something
Forever more sincere,
Certainly I do not deserve her—
As I drink liquor and remember a clothes line
Stretched across the hidden yards where
You told me your mother's rabbits disappeared.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, August 16, 2012

Poem Edited: Friday, August 17, 2012

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