The Starlights Of Too Many Names Poem by Robert Rorabeck

The Starlights Of Too Many Names



You know I love you, Alma,
And yet I am not free:
And this is the last of my soul,
Like your name starving atop the doorway:
The wildflower drowning
In the sun who traffics in the starlights of too many
Names.

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Robert Rorabeck

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