Glueless Horses Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Glueless Horses



Fieldtrips of glueless
Horses,
And I am here talking to a
Butterfly stripped of
Flight,
Like legless stewardesses
Given up on smiles;
The traffic pullulating
Like an open wound
With the underdogs
Less than victorious
With the seas as
Mute as my love.

Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: butterfly
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Robert Rorabeck

Robert Rorabeck

Berrien Springs
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