Like Kissing Your Mouth Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Like Kissing Your Mouth



Parks of windows looking out
Into truancy and fireworks where all
Of the blue birds are decorating
Their nests in the necks of
Cypress- or other beautiful words,
I don’t know- like kissing your mouth
In the sunlight
In the snow.

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Robert Rorabeck

Robert Rorabeck

Berrien Springs
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