In A Bed That The Streetlights Douse Poem by Robert Rorabeck

In A Bed That The Streetlights Douse



It’s peace- and it’s reason,
And the foliage is wet around the house:
The wife is sleeping with her
Spouse
In a bed that the streetlights douse.

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Robert Rorabeck

Robert Rorabeck

Berrien Springs
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