In All The Many Shapes Poem by Robert Rorabeck

In All The Many Shapes



Clouds are here around the
House
And it is too late for us
To make love-
In fact, we won’t be doing
Anything,
While they metamorphose
In all the many shapes
That they truly
Happen to never be.

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Robert Rorabeck

Robert Rorabeck

Berrien Springs
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