The Brightest Of Eyes Poem by Robert Rorabeck
The Brightest Of Eyes
Fawns who play with bottle caps and fireworks,
And Alma is sleeping with her man and her small child
Down Cherry road,
While unicorns listen to mermaids glittering in the boudoir
Of waves:
And this is how she moves: this is how she goes,
While the traffic sparkles,
And everything that has to go lights up for awhile
Above the playgrounds that still keep the children with
The brightest of eyes.
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