For Us Poem by Robert Rorabeck
For Us
Writing on the downside of a hill
The puppies our father gave to us for
Easter emotionless and
Asleep—
The sun creeping on the other side
Like something surreptitious:
As some girl all of our words are about
Looks at her reflection far down
In a well, where
Minnows swim with the small vibrations
Of her weeping voice
Waiting for the moon to climb
And to steal from her—for us—
Another chance.
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