Robert Rorabeck

Bronze Star - 2,195 Points (04/10/1978 / Berrien Springs)

To Escape What She Is Doing - Poem by Robert Rorabeck

If you still are a little boy and you step outside
Right now,
And the weather enraptures you, and blows you
Out like a little blonde candle,
I promise you can still love your movies in the
Because the darkness is the best house for those
Things you have made,
Covering your innocent head with the weathers of
Apathetic solitude,
All the prettier girls not really needing to know
Who they are, and delighting in that fact that
They don’t have to be encouraged;
And then you can just slip away like the anonymous
Academics of a sing-song war:
You don’t have to get on that jaundice bus, and make
It to the hallways of school,
Where you would surely smell her smoking like the
Adolescent perfumes of a violet cannon;
And she would be the same name of flower
Attracting the bees, or the bumble bees, or the evil
Bumble bees;
But now that you have made it out instead, you can
Spend all of this day floating beneath the holy,
Listening to the lions roaring as
And on your back well in the shady places of a good
Truancy’s gloom,
You can imagine almost anything about love,
Because you are outdoors where it is so easy to escape
What she is doing.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, January 26, 2010

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