Robert Rorabeck Highschool Poems

Oh, I’ve looked at you from your window again:
Like a still life jogging by the fire hydrant:
That you never left the boys from that university:
Never got scarred into married lives:
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Repeating in the lions of the gaseous promises:
They sometime get lit up, and have their song- like girls
With lips in sleds,
They go over their boreal beds, and know when they
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Afternoons of burning up, of sorry reflection in the broken
Promises of penultimate glass,
Or whatever it is I have been up to, trying to summon you
Up from your grotto,
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