The Thickets Of The Alligators Poem by Robert Rorabeck

The Thickets Of The Alligators



Minnow—dance underneath the eclipse
Of a palm:
Play above the orchards of stolen bicycles—
How you will change for your honey moon—
Silverish rod in the shallows
Down the burry easement of her fancy:
Paper airplanes flying over you—burning,
Burning,
Trying to make across the thickets of
Alligators before they are proven to be unreal.

Monday, February 6, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: dance
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Robert Rorabeck

Robert Rorabeck

Berrien Springs
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