Robert Rorabeck

Veteran Poet - 1,996 Points (04/10/1978 / Berrien Springs)

The Fireworks In Her Yard - Poem by Robert Rorabeck

The fireworks in her yard drooled up to the gods:
As she took off her clothes,
And thought of the boys who could change into foxes-
And even after the shows,
Her yard was green- green, and the snowflakes and airplanes
Were made of paper-
And she at first made eyes, and then puckered her lips
And kissed the serpent who didn’t even know
Her name,
But came through her windows as if through an apple orchard,
Being beckoned by her;
And it told her that it had just been to Spain.
Afterwards, it slept with her all night, and her parents never
Came home at all- and in the morning and every morning
After she never again had to go to school.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 3, 2011

Poem Edited: Wednesday, May 4, 2011


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