Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Because It Was No Longer Any Holiday Comments

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It is happening right here, under the cockspurs of dreams:
All night long where the landed maids are going down into the
Ghostly corals of my mother’s rock gardens,
To sleep with the sleepless songbirds and the coral snakes;
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Robert Rorabeck

Robert Rorabeck

Berrien Springs
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