Robert Rorabeck

Veteran Poet - 1,795 Points (04/10/1978 / Berrien Springs)

The Numbers Of Aspens - Poem by Robert Rorabeck

In the numbers of aspens,
Airplanes singing, I have my wife—I have my wife,
And now my child—
Rainbows stutter towards the kaleidoscopes of
Brick-a-brack of the homeless unicorns:
It was supposed to be a baseball game,
In all weathers, but especially on valentines—
And then the windows stuttered,
And even the luckiest of the gold fish caught a cold—
And it turned out to be all some kind of make-believe—
And the weathers surrendered to their favorite
And other words that cannot be repeat because
It just so happens they didn’t survive.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 8, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, May 9, 2013

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