Robert Rorabeck Poems

I spend all night living in exile
And dreaming of my beautiful sister in laws
Exhumed by the flames:
There they are, continuing up from their
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Muse- I want to see you wearing barrettes
In Paris-
Alma- rings of golden satellites between brown
Knuckles-
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And I have this dream of
Screaming my mothers name
As a child
In the carport- as it rains:
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I’ve got the blues picking the sound
Of cherry blossoms as they wonder
How they will be
Pollinated- as there is a ghost hung up
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Prevalence of lost as the cars go home,
And smoke drifts
To the sky like evaporations of sign language:
Girls bouncing in school,
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They say in their slumber many things- great things
The size of nothing,
As the parks lay empty save for the preternatural
Light somehow discovered
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It doesn’t have to end this way,
But it is all that I have to give: this is my
Profession underneath the homeless overpass
After midnight, and before
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My Mexican students are my favorite
Students
I am going to buy a cake for Hermilo’s birthday
Next Wednesday
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Baseball is a poem
In the classroom, graffiti on an
Anonymous desk:
But a poem
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Walking by the zoo today, there was no
News of you
Even though, after school, all of the hallways
Open into you it is true,
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