Robert Rorabeck

Bronze Star - 2,195 Points (04/10/1978 / Berrien Springs)

Blessed By Seahorses - Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Impossible fume this heart
Reading new lines—sweating— sweating—
Blessed by seahorses
And things that don't go so well with the light of
The windowless room swings above the
Labyrinths into which we will finally be going home:
And a Mexican rides my bicycle to the supermarket
You who I can no longer write poems for—
You who no longer reads my poems.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, August 16, 2012

Poem Edited: Friday, August 17, 2012

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