Getting Ready Again Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Getting Ready Again



Should it come to this,
Then I will be found out: That I have been careless again,
Thinking of Erin,
Great and auburn muse who raised my nocturnal flagpole
In the night,
And gets busy with all my redundancies,
Or in the least the ghost I have collected off her corporeality,
Like the tiny white buds premature off the citrus trees:
And Erin is going to Tampa,
Swimming in her car once again under the clouds;
And Erin is singing to her pretty boys, not a one of them
Can get her down:
Erin is even better than the most of Florida- Erin is jasmine,
But even more so the scent I have never found,
Creeping lankily through the sepias of crepuscule,
Doing the only real worship in the Catholic Church underneath
The power lines, in the penumbra of the great football stadium;
And what is Erin doing now:
Sweet Erin, with her hair coming down,
But gathering herself up again, and collecting her secret wishes,
And getting ready again to do the town.

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