Gone Into The Sky Poem by Robert Rorabeck
Gone Into The Sky
Birds of crayons and
Water snakes,
Unlearned birds in the
Firebreaks;
And otherwise the wheels of the
Sky are-
They are a long shot over ever
Getting dry,
But they spin and they put off
Spit;
They go a long ways between
You and this:
While the pastels surcease like
Busted lips,
And still all I have to give you
Is this to make up for
Everything gone into the sky.
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