Robert Rorabeck Poems

The line is drawn
cross it if you want to
leave my head before the
Mexican General comes with
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I saw the Christ Child
On my street again today
Playing hokey.
He had a nice pair
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Tourists on the moon
Go to take pictures of a sky always cloudless—
They notice there are no houses on the moon
And no pools to swim in.
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Come at me
In cadmium waves
The fateless albatross aflame
We suicidal whalers
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Now I’ve seen through the keyhole of an angel’s eye
The valleys of divinity filigreed with curling Spring,
And in them lay two people crooning like song birds,
Pretending they are each flower and bee, dabbing,
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In the White Mountains of
Northern Arizona this evening,
The rain gently falls
where I live,
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Subtracting joy,
Your eyes fall away
Like a pendulum let loose
And with them your thoughts
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There are cabarets in South
Florida,
In West Palm Beach up and
Down Military Trail,
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Pulsing, the woman is not real
Or, she is like something far underneath
The ocean which gives off her own light,
As if she was a star evolved that learned to
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You could say to
Go on changing the
Deputy’s plans
And we could continue
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