Robert Rorabeck

Veteran Poet - 1,893 Points (04/10/1978 / Berrien Springs)

With Her Eyes - Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Forecasted as the memory—beautifully scarred
In the student parking lot
And drowsing until the lights come on and the crickets
Sawing the bows of their cricket legs
After the girls have gone home, silencing the water fountains.
There is only my cherry red Oldsmobile
And my cheeks flaming:
I dream that there are fireworks in the sky
Going off,
And in the middle of the afternoons of my truancies,
Housewives percolating as the grass wreathes and struggles
In the moats of sunlight:
And all of us boys are up on her roof getting off,
As the canal twinkles like a metamorphosis:
In the eyes of the alligators and rattlesnakes rubies that are
Busy listening,
As the children come home and ring around her,
As she lays down her glass and sings to them with her eyes.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 7, 2012

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