Little Bit Of Perfume Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Little Bit Of Perfume



A little bit of perfume after the sun goes down—
That is when the jasmine spring their wares onto empty
Trees—white hearts that cats look up to,
Buds of corsages for boys no bigger than toy trucks—
The garden laying anonymously beside the road—
As the clock stops ticking and begins to purr.

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Robert Rorabeck

Robert Rorabeck

Berrien Springs
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