Just As Wishes Of Little Boys Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Just As Wishes Of Little Boys



As numb as the heavens that
Do not sleep,
I go down on you weeping,
Filled with exuberant joy,
And the clouds make a Christmas
Out of the sky,
Even as the day and its heroes
Are leaving,
As stewardesses skip across the earth,
Just as wishes of little boys.

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Robert Rorabeck

Robert Rorabeck

Berrien Springs
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