The Slumbering Day Poem by Robert Rorabeck

The Slumbering Day



The sun began the
Hungover suicide of dusk
First brushing the Keys’ dying ivory,
Then a lure cast west of Hawaii,
A glow-bobber in the Far East burning
Slipping into the waves’ temporary bed,
In a sweltering forest of tangled coral branches,
And darting flying fish, tiny eclipses on
The slumbering day.

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Robert Rorabeck

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