The Bright Wombs Of Sea Poem by Robert Rorabeck
The Bright Wombs Of Sea
It happening or galloping up
From a graveyard of horses
There in the armpit of Florida with the
Tourism of hummingbirds-
Whispers said to the patina of my face:
The scars left over of me as
A teenager:
And my truck burns with gasoline- carries
Along an iceless field- continues on the
Mountains of Florida
The buzzards and the seagulls circle-
And the seahorses gallop in the bright wombs
Of sea.
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