To Bring Them Down - Poem by Robert Rorabeck
Saved from drowning by
My grandmother’s seashell doll,
All that is happening in the
As the light moves as duplicitous as
As stewardesses up in the air
Never imagining how they must have
But feeling good,
Knowing the spendthrifts of light over
The water and exactly how much time
It will take to bring them down.
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