The Way The Powerlines Keep To The Streets Poem by Robert Rorabeck
The Way The Powerlines Keep To The Streets
They sat up and said they were in love,
And the clouds came all over themselves
Until there were churches in the
Blue sky
Like scars on my cheeks, and they sang
And they danced,
Holding each other until dawn like the way
The power lines keep to the streets.
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: clouds,power
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