The Same Magnificent Colors Poem by Robert Rorabeck

The Same Magnificent Colors



Skies jealous of the color green
While I’ve been to high school,
While your father works on the truck:
And now all of this:
Your son smiled at me driving by
Today without knowing who I was,
Or of all of the gifts I had sent him
Even though all of the mountains I’ve spoken
About are all so far away-
And the time proceeds through the traffics of the
Unseen,
And this is just my work bullied up beside
The regular traffics:
The cats and the snakes hissing: why, lets try to
Figure out what they’ve discovered,
Underneath the house, or underneath the wave:
Lets try to figure out if it was something good,
While the students come home again,
Drawing their own way: I wonder if they will think of
Us as the jump from the bridges that from their
Efforts find survival easy-
As the airplanes continue their loopholes through
The same magnificent colors that I’ve swear
We’ve never seen.

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