His Meal For The Night Poem by Robert Rorabeck

His Meal For The Night



Night blooms from the day,
And I’ve just been checking to make sure everything was
Alright:
Your husband sure looked hungry through the blinded windows,
And it is such the shame
That you must bloom, his meal for the night.

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Robert Rorabeck

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Berrien Springs
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