Robert Rorabeck

Bronze Star - 2,025 Points (04/10/1978 / Berrien Springs)

The Promenades Of Our Grandmothers' Eyes - Poem by Robert Rorabeck

The end of sad abuse washes across the yard;
This is the end of it,
Harmless- so obtuse- and the girls that were listening for
It, have finally gone inside-
The paper trees are on a holiday,
Purpled insects warmed inside: they too will see
New bodies in new beds-
When the heart beats forth another year, lavishing for
Likeminded chastity- and the promenades
Of our grandmother’s eyes proudly following our
Married skins.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Poem Edited: Wednesday, May 11, 2011

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