To Evaporate Poem by Robert Rorabeck
To Evaporate
Family in the curfew of a
Clam,
In the boudoir of a music box of
The sea-
Curtains billowing fundamentally
With the juvenile girls
Looking down:
They are beautiful if puckish,
With hollow bones
And streaks of jade: they can sit all
Day watching the elephants
And combing their hair,
As the rivers proceed to evaporate
Just like young men desperate to
Reach them.
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