Robert Rorabeck

Bronze Star - 2,024 Points (04/10/1978 / Berrien Springs)

To The Comets - Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Sand dollar covering an areola or
Covering up bad art-
Where the horses stumble along the shore-
Wounded after high school with
Blue cats riding them, and lightning in a jumble
In a basket in the sky:
Everyday, writing some things that will never
Survive next to the Ozarks in the park-
As new countries develop and then drift into the ocean:
And words surround her and make love to her
In bed, even though I am far away-
And the dinosaurs are gone- streamline and semi aquatic:
They raised their heads to the comets and
Thought nothing- and now not a single one of them
Exists-
As you lay across his brown belly trying to forget what you
Must have thought of us.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, December 19, 2011

Poem Edited: Tuesday, December 20, 2011


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