Robert Rorabeck

Bronze Star - 2,025 Points (04/10/1978 / Berrien Springs)

Her Paper Boat - Poem by Robert Rorabeck

A muse—I mean a
Poisonous butterfly, like a
Pick pocket who
Purloined my heart
That now lies wet and
Heavy
Enfolded in the butcher's
Papers
That makes up her paper boat.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 17, 2012



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