Treasure Island

Robert Rorabeck

(04/10/1978 / Berrien Springs)

Makebelieve Dance


Broken toys in the heat on the side of
A road
Watched by a rattlesnake—
They remind her of pornography
As her soft eggs hatch in the tresses of
The aloe
The young housewife passed not
Too long ago—
And, over the fields of amusement parks,
The sun feels like lemon drops
Upon the chassis of remote control boats,
And no one has to go to school tomorrow:
None of these things will wake up,
Or even have to,
As the absentee wind asks for another
Makebelieve dance with the trees.

Submitted: Friday, July 19, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, July 23, 2013
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