Robert Rorabeck Poems

Lassoing the tempestual
Makebelieve,
Cowboys riding with the
Notions of fair weather,
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Prettier when the days go by
Like fast hounds chasing scars;
And the decisions of the
World aren’t even made up,
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Now it seems that the dreams
Are causing nothing in me;
And for her, only her daughter
Is real:
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Desiring to runaway
Between the
Places that move,
These airplanes have
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Fieldtrips of glueless
Horses,
And I am here talking to a
Butterfly stripped of
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Remembering the crownless
Memories,
The bloodstains on the ransom-
The cold filter of
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Cleverness of growing
Things,
Taking out spindles to
Find what they need,
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I spoked my bike behind the waves,
And counted down
To when the night would finally douse the sky
And hopefully your gaze-
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I’ve bicycled for an hour through
Palm Beach to the high swings in the svelte park
Across the dunes and the fiberglass beach:
And I’ve thought of Alma and touching her brown skin,
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I’ve bicycled for an hour through
Palm Beach to the high swings in the svelte park
Across the dunes and the fiberglass beach:
And I’ve thought of Alma and touching her brown skin,
...