Nudity Of Stewardesses Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Nudity Of Stewardesses



Trapeze of evaporated conquistadors
And other troubling situations—
Hidden by the canvas of the forest
With its red tongues in the cypress,
And blue tongues in the leopards—
With its manageries and kaleidescopes
Filigreed by undefined hours
And gardens that twist across the napes
Of sand dunes
That sway beneath a sky barren of the nudity
Of stewardesses.

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Robert Rorabeck

Robert Rorabeck

Berrien Springs
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