Robert Rorabeck

Bronze Star - 2,025 Points (04/10/1978 / Berrien Springs)

The Mirages Of Terrapin - Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Artform of plumped legs:
Of you climbing up to her,
Satisfied with death’s gifts: and you
Have a sword
And her phone number.
Elephants on stilts rise from the ocean
And kiss the mirages of terrapin
Cloistured in the architectures
That don’t even appear to be anymore.


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, December 21, 2011

Poem Edited: Wednesday, December 21, 2011


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