The Whispers Of Her Poem by Robert Rorabeck

The Whispers Of Her

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Naked apples and candy canes- No one is going
To the fair,
But the clouds are not gone- they are hanging there,
And the road down beneath them, reflecting their
Shadows,
As she sheds her skin- and then goes to sleep underneath
The overpass,
While the sea brushes the whispers of her to him.

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Robert Rorabeck

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Berrien Springs
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