Robert Rorabeck

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

The Strange Migrations Of Her Successful Weddings - Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Open fair of wounded hearts taking too long at
Playing their game,
And caught in the harsh reality- they pullulate like
Gold fish
In drowning mockery underneath the sunshine:
This is what they said they would be doing
When they were little boys,
But as it turned out, it was different:
The traffic is all around like buzzards- the tourists
Are hot, but satiated,
And Saturn is very visible, turning around like
A ringed spotlight,
A ghost of her cherub husband floating over the
Shoulder of airplanes-
Casting down his eerie resilience on her birthday,
Singing to her brown skin as
She looks away from the massacre- all that is left
Of the gardens of a young forbearance-
That at first bloomed, and then caught a fire for
Her,
Only to drown in the consumptive airs,
To be left behind by the strange migrations of her
Successful weddings.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 12, 2011

Poem Edited: Friday, May 13, 2011


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