Every Word Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Every Word



With everything there is a
Word:
On tree or branch or
Bird.
Well, then the sea is
Round as the globe-
My eyes open
My eyes close;
They see only you,
My muse.

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Robert Rorabeck

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