The Canvasses Of The Unreachable Heavens Poem by Robert Rorabeck

The Canvasses Of The Unreachable Heavens



Glass carnival,
Or reach far enough to ever taste the vineyards at
The fingertips winnowing from
From the stain glassed windmills sweated off the
Delusional brows of the preternatural
Stewardesses who wish to, once again,
Believe they are angels
Brushing the canvasses of the unreachable heavens.

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Robert Rorabeck

Robert Rorabeck

Berrien Springs
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