Robert Rorabeck

Veteran Poet - 1,848 Points (04/10/1978 / Berrien Springs)

Or Some Worse Fare - Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Sleeping all day long in a house of tears,
All day long the sunlight a golden tourniquet with which
The housecat should play:
Red roses on the shutters, tiny fish in spoon fulls of
Graves in the back yard
Where the puppies are going over to the rattlesnakes to
See if they should behave:
Empty bottles in the aloe holding neither geniis or wishes;
And you step out barefooted and into the dying grass
Wondering where your rabbits have gone:
Off to good luck, or some worse fate: while the katydids
Leave their old bodies and armors on the trunks of
Palmettos and the armpits of cypress:
Not knowing where they are headed, but neither looking back.


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, August 25, 2010



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