Everyday Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Everyday



I can document how I feel from
Out in the long, slow yard, while another airplane
Passes in all of its
Garments of instruments:
And I can put myself this way for you,
Lying through the illusions sweating as shadows
Off of the bodies,
Waiting for my parents to come and end another day-
I can say the things that the sunlight seems to
Say, as it leaps across the canal and across the burning
Cane fields along its way:
It slides across the razorbacks, and the rattlesnakes-
And it goes into its unknown romance-
And where it is has gone, you will go- into
That blanketing horizon where I swear I
See it go everyday

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Robert Rorabeck

Robert Rorabeck

Berrien Springs
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