Robert Rorabeck Poems

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2711.
The Rest Of The Way To Her

Unoriginal swan in the middle of the street
Do you not know that it never snows here- and if
You have come to see your similar beauty in
The conflagrations of the sea,
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2712.
To A World Built To Adore You

Marmalade on the lips of a bumble bee
On the lips of my muse: there you are cavorting in
The backyard, while all of the cars
Are sunken into the canal: your breasts are beautiful
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2713.
My Mother's Middle Name

Purple is the throat of the pagan flowers
Up the Welsh slopes and their darker sisters- where
It rains unevenly for the weeks, and keeps the tourists
Inside- and the kings there wear antlers,
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2714.
Softly Impressed

Then here I am softly impressed- when tomorrow I will
Get up and sell fireworks through the thundershowers:
I will keep on getting up and impressing from my
Little house,
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2715.
In That Touch Of Clouds

Soft in that touch of clouds: dying a bachelor alone
At a baseball game
Without the touch of his dogs- while beneath his
Casket and Snow white
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2716.
How Long It Has Been

Up in the clove of death: Mars, Phobus and Demos
Circling,
And little cherished starlets: Alma gets her nails done
Before she goes up to see her
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2717.
The South Florida Sky

Alchemist
You begin a poem shirtless
In the landscaping outside of your
Home room class
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2718.
Yet Another Simple Harmony

Sensory cocoons the miners going into
Mines,
The moon rises up its lantern to see what she
Can steal as she finds what she can find:
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2719.
Where Its Prize Is Won

Spokes on bicycles
Falling through her hair- as if birds
Realizing they are on holiday,
As the waves leap like dogs:
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2720.

Sing into the open mouthed
Void of woe begone
After the fireworks of holidays have
Died
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