By The Sands Poem by Robert Rorabeck

By The Sands



Before there was another sound
Bivouacked into the tree tops, the moon sang
To us:
Pretty echoes, like friends she had pulled up
From the ground,
Albino crocodiles who watched us kissing at the
Zooâ€"
The last lines coalescing across the spaces
Over which the airplanes flyâ€"
Their wings the thread of stitches bringing together
Our wounds to be healed for
Christmas- into just another afterthought
In the life giving day-gone oasisâ€"
Where I once kept dreams of touching you until
They were buried by the sands.

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Robert Rorabeck

Robert Rorabeck

Berrien Springs
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