The Sunlight Of Bright Mirage Poem by Robert Rorabeck

The Sunlight Of Bright Mirage



My eyes are the
Saboteurs of blindness.
They work from the back of
Sad pickup trucks,
Noticing things basking in
The sunlight of bright mirage
As we head along.

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Robert Rorabeck

Robert Rorabeck

Berrien Springs
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