Robert Rorabeck Poems

Arrowheads that sweat and dream
In castanets of valleys
Know of the way that I think of you,
Driving underneath the
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Inside the places which fold into into’s
I waited for my parents who had left me in the careful
Hands of a daycare—
The latchkeying playground that never so happened to
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Pulling in the vision of
Another dousing crepescule—
The crickets sound against the foothills of
The mailboxes
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If we have accounted our hearts together by the
Sea.
It was only to sound beautiful in swinging adultery-
And I lifted you up,
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When the clouds go again over the sun,
The flies come out from the echinopsis and from the
Purple armpits of cypress,
And they go about in their own fair, tasting the
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Beauty in a carnival here at home;
And in acrobats over seas where I talk to a girl,
Calling down from a comely terrace- wanting to be married-
The girl I loved from Mexico has abandoned our
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The end of sad abuse washes across the yard;
This is the end of it,
Harmless- so obtuse- and the girls that were listening for
It, have finally gone inside-
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Crippled deities condoned to flame,
Burning upwards is their game- this midway about them
Gets busy, teasing prizes-
And the panoply of lights gardening ride in their
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Coming up through the blue ways,
Looking for goblins and keeping out for butterflies-
At least once or twice I was a little boy, and these were
The sounds we made together when we would have
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Now if I am feeling beautiful and purple in my innuendo-
Then we will wind up here, singing together beneath the sad
Beauty marks around her eyes:
She is leaving, but soon there will be another forest
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