The Games Of Your Heart Poem by Robert Rorabeck

The Games Of Your Heart



Then there was a pretty boy on his
Bicycle
Like a tool, Siamese of glowing pinwheels
And the spots in between
The trees
A zoetrope, a glowing lantern—
A house of bees:
You know what it is, or at least meant to me:
As I followed you,
As you were going to feed the loins
An entire bouquet
From the games of your heart.

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Robert Rorabeck

Robert Rorabeck

Berrien Springs
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