The Snout Of Windmills Poem by Robert Rorabeck

The Snout Of Windmills



Popgun oasis
On the end of
A candle stick—
Jack a hurdler of
The snout of
Windmills—
Dreaming if climbing
Up Jupiter,
Fleet as a
Javelin over
The gerunds of
They valley—
Sure as an
Arrow knowing
The harvest
From the orchards
Of its time.

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Robert Rorabeck

Robert Rorabeck

Berrien Springs
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