Robert Rorabeck - The Happiest Land

Held up into the splendor of a crime
That happened in the dusk of a
Fireworks tent
For a time:
I loved a Mexican girl across from a gas station
As it rained
And the stallions kissed the earth beneath the
Telephone poles:
In Homestead south of the Coral Castle,
Transplanted:
Another warm surrender for my kindergarten soul:
Another fieldtrip through
The rainstorms that wanted to kiss both
Of her wrists,
Brown and from Mexico, but the lighthouses
Had turned out her light
And gone to bed with another man:
So it rained and rained
And the loneliest oceans flooded the happiest land.

Robert Rorabeck

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