Robert Rorabeck

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

To My Dogs - Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Lancelot turned out the lights
So I could tell S- I loved her,
And she didn’t even care that she cut her
Finger
At the joint between here and there.
She got so rich she bought the sky,
And finally found no reason to last forever.
We were all doing very good then-
We were saving animals,
And the rivers were so frozen I could hold
Her hands and gallop-
And the trees, how impossible to describe,
And yet they seemed like her, S-
They held her gaze while we walked in their
Wild birth,
And cracked and exploded with heartbreak,
Like hoary fireworks,
While the other knights piled up without end-
And I went back home,
Empty handed, heartbroken, but to my dogs-
I thought of S-

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 8, 2009



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