Through Your Melting Snow Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Through Your Melting Snow



I have never been as perfectly proportioned
As the animals that you know,
But I can drink liquor and I can grow
Like wet castles
Whose parapets are like magpies stealing pomegranates
Through your melting snow.

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Robert Rorabeck

Robert Rorabeck

Berrien Springs
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