Up Into Cathedrals Poem by Robert Rorabeck
Up Into Cathedrals
I get up into Cathedrals: Alma walks around
Stroking and cooing to her children:
The walls are of her favorite color:
The leap in foxtail palms and everglades- and the children
Ripple through them
Skipping nursery rhymes over the rich banks of a baseball diamond
Where she sees me from across the field
And her eyes, like undiscovered plagiarisms, tell me that
I don’t have to leave.
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