Her Very Mother's Heredity Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Her Very Mother's Heredity



Balsam graves of trapped
Song birds
Beautiful lunches over
Filigreed sunsets in
Unenchanted mountains-
Housewives with nothing
On but spangled slavery,
The bare minimal
Architecture of their
Very mother’s heredity;
She that I love doesn’t even
Care for my beasts,
She just serves drinks and
Blows boys away with her
Brown gaze-
The auburn broadside of
Her very mother’s heredity.

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Me Poet Yeps Poet 11 May 2019

how so true shall read more of u and u read mine too will do

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Robert Rorabeck

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