The Portable Home Poem by Robert Rorabeck

The Portable Home



And you are not on the wall
Of the portable home
The dolphins are swimming
In joyful home,
But when the hurricane comes
It can pick up
And take away
The trophies over the shellrock
Of your childhood’s yesterday

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Robert Rorabeck

Robert Rorabeck

Berrien Springs
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