Robert Rorabeck

Bronze Star - 2,238 Points (04/10/1978 / Berrien Springs)

Upon Your Vulpine Lawn - Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Passing along,
a heartbeat for a blue letter-
Other words that disassemble:
This is America,
and we are made to preamble along our ways-
Girls that take off early tend to amble,
Halfway studies of the boardwalks along
The busied highways-
In the open air musical halls it gets noisy,
Little boys, such as Pinocchio,
such as my son,
have forgotten to look both ways:
But I have made them up,
and all of the commercials are filled with
The cauldrons which awaken the dead-
Dead authors whom I have loved along the
Cadavers of my elementary school that
I have called up against the waves-
I have loved you here,
tattooed into a spot of anonymous epiphany,
whilst other people have been watching the
traffics which come and go both ways-
The airplanes whom shoot up as bottle rockets
who apex to kiss the lips of
clouds only die as butterflies do reaching
the foothills of the mountains of old
schools awaken again and again at
the mailboxes of dawn-
the love letters lying sweating, waxen,
upon your vulpine lawn.

Topic(s) of this poem: love and art

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 1, 2015

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