Robert Rorabeck

Freshman - 588 Points (04/10/1978 / Berrien Springs)

Beautiful For A Minute - Poem by Robert Rorabeck

And you looked beautiful for a minute—
Now the minute is up,
The airplane as flown—
The fox has flown the coop—
The children have all gone home—
And penniless,
Diving to the recesses of the most
Nocturnal of architectures,
I can only write yourself this way
Well after the nights and the nights
Of stolen bicycles—
And the moon seems to make sense,
Hanging from the chicken wire—
A mouthful for foxes—
As the excitable beauties, winged,
Make a noise through the pines.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, December 26, 2012

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