The Auburn Weeping Sky Poem by Robert Rorabeck

The Auburn Weeping Sky



The metamorphosis of burning tires is quite
As beautiful as the cockroaches who linger in the
Armpits of the museums:
I believe you have seen them there, yourselves,
On a field trip of amen’s:
After the roller rinks have all burned down,
And the herons have reached the sky:
I believe I will see you there again
Underneath the burning sugar cane- and I will
Kiss your soft brown skin,
Lips brushing the tears of an apiary,
Though I cannot say why- but your captains still
Will yearn to bare again your naked limbs
Back across the canvasses of the auburn weeping sky.

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Robert Rorabeck

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