Beautiful As Each Of Them Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Beautiful As Each Of Them



Peaceable sailors with candles in your beard,
How your eyes shimmer like drunken caminos to
The stars;
Every day you don’t bath, another working girl
Falls in love with you,
And they crowd the docks so, like eager shoppers,
Like birds on a wire;
And the wind gets so salty licking off their sighing
Busts,
All of their backs to me and cracking farts as I lick
My lips like a starving dog and put my pen to anything slow
Enough to catch,
And write about their hourglasses while the shadows
Move and quiver like succulent steam off of each
And every wave,
And the clouds spindle, yes they spindle straight up to the
Moon, pregnant like the thoughts off all these going women,
And they keep their senses pinned to the duck pond
In the east,
Where hurricanes stew: it is the biggest thing going,
And none of them scientists, they always wonder about their
Hoary men,
Otherwise they would have figured out long ago,
Like I do, that the earth is as round and as beautiful as each
Of them.

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