Robert Rorabeck

Bronze Star - 2,195 Points (04/10/1978 / Berrien Springs)

That Awful Bird - Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Washed and even enough to go to
But not shaven nor thinking of my dogs;
And it is Monday and I get distracted by
The empty swings-
It seems that ecstatic words have motion like motor
Like my honey’s legs:
Carefully reckless words dance and jeer at
And he swoops down and collects their lips like
Sports; yes, of course, to
Decorate his nest.
This time though everyone is waking up in
Somnolent chorus and they’re dancing words
Until their feet are hoarse-
Then if we must go down together like Dorothy,
Then I suppose we must,
But at least we sang some songs before that awful
Bird got the best of us.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, February 15, 2010

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