Mariposa, Mariposa Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Mariposa, Mariposa



In the possibilities of depthless air,
I would like to take you, if you were not already
An intrepid swan,
And my words weren’t already dying into the
Moribund amusements whose sweet corrugations
Only last for a month or two,
Mariposa, mariposa.

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