The Mirages Of Terrapin Poem by Robert Rorabeck

The Mirages Of Terrapin



Artform of plumped legs:
Of you climbing up to her,
Satisfied with death’s gifts: and you
Have a sword
And her phone number.
Elephants on stilts rise from the ocean
And kiss the mirages of terrapin
Cloistured in the architectures
That don’t even appear to be anymore.

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Robert Rorabeck

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Berrien Springs
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