Not The Same Thing As Angel Wings Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Not The Same Thing As Angel Wings



The birds are having their
Own fun
In their theatre above the
Park-
The sun is peering in through
The aperture
As they spread their wings,
As I see you walking across the
Street
Underneath the miracle play of
Airplanes-
From behind I can see that
Your shoulderblades
Are not the same thing as
Angel's wings.

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Robert Rorabeck

Robert Rorabeck

Berrien Springs
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