More And More Poem by Robert Rorabeck

More And More



The cheek of each house side by side-
Alluding to grandeurs of my neighborhood that the
Stewardesses are so keen to skip over-
Around the corners,
The busy cats making love, nesting their litters in the
Carpets of leaves backed up to the same fences
They used to conceive;
As across the street, one of the very same stewardesses
Rests her golden head, as firemen and baseball players
Come in the lunchtimes of the day
For with her to bed: and I hear them over there,
Roaring like a creature of two or more headed fire-
Even once there was a fox, who turned his head against
His paint brush tail,
And we listened to her making more- and the airplanes
Stopped, and more- and more.

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Robert Rorabeck

Robert Rorabeck

Berrien Springs
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