Robert Rorabeck

Bronze Star - 2,025 Points (04/10/1978 / Berrien Springs)

Made You Feel - Poem by Robert Rorabeck

The city burns sideways like
Poisoned nightingales,
Like passenger liners going down,
Gardens nodding off into
Crepuscule:
There they go, misspelled with
Mailboxes,
The truant boys asleep en creched in
Sofas on the roof,
Their paper bag of fireworks mouthless;
And what does the sun do,
But give up into the other side of another
Lover,
And I am so proud that this is how
I must have made you feel.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 8, 2009



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