Stain Glass Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Stain Glass



Patterns of apertures and loss.
The ship’s guts spill the diamonds into the waves.
For a second,
The fish glitter unexpectedly before
They fade again into the abyssal wound.

Across the street,
The children do not play together anymore.

Saturday, April 19, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: children,fish,loss
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Robert Rorabeck

Robert Rorabeck

Berrien Springs
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