Pretending Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Pretending



After midnight it snows
In the alcaline world-
Your father is smoking
A cigarette in his
6th or 7th story-
Your colleague bought me
This notebook,
The water comforts itself,
And the lighthouses
Shine like hopeless
Candles
Beneath the mirrow
Where your mother is
Crying.

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Robert Rorabeck

Robert Rorabeck

Berrien Springs
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