Every Other Holiday Poem by Robert Rorabeck
Every Other Holiday
Scar of sun in the
Sky- spider wound- floating
Like a match stick spume
Burning Christmas trees in
July;
And bicycles run speaking
Over the bridge,
Going to collapse with the
Maidens whose skin is as
White as icecream-
Ferris wheels evaporate
In perfect delusion-
And I think of the
Girl who can only love
Me on
Every other holiday.
Saturday, April 2, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: christmas,july
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