The Misspellings Of Two Or Three Decades Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Dissolving the plagiarisms of the
Flesh,
The misspellings of two or three
Decades of bachelorism-
And now I am married and spending
Time in China-
In a suburb of Shanghai-
The only American around for miles,
And when I drink Chinese wine
Left over from our wedding
Two years ago-
And against my wife's objections-
I rewrite poems that don't
Exist-
I think of circumstances planets
Away-
And, though it has not helped my weeping
Muse,
I know that by luck- by divine providence,
And the very same thing that drove
Virgin through the depths of
Hell
And expelled me once again from a teaching
Job at my own high school- that
I somehow got lucky
And married a good woman.