Their Beautifully Dissolving Dreams Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Their Beautifully Dissolving Dreams



Grasshoppers under the bridges of the same colors
Of the favorite colors of her eyes:
They are dark and dreamy and they go away;
And I don’t live here anymore: my words are for
Graveyards, and besides that
Defeated heroes
Who even while lying down look so good,
And deserve so many gifts of care-weary flowers,
As they are divided by the strange mathematics of train tracks,
And the silent years where the rain is beautiful and veils
The shotgun houses;
And the housewives are all poor but very beautiful,
And they all come out in the middle of the storms where their
Lawns and mailboxes are waiting for them,
And they look up together at different times through the deciduous night,
The weepy canopies garlanding them in the maiden hood
Of their beautifully dissolving dreams.

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