The Burning Graveyard Poem by Robert Rorabeck

The Burning Graveyard



Waking up tomorrow in Mexico, lost in the festoons of
Her curtains,
And tangled with the netting near the sea’s shore:
The sun coming down expectantly-
The entire place a voyeur of the burning graveyard of
Our love.

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Robert Rorabeck

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Berrien Springs
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