To Shed A Tear Poem by Robert Rorabeck

To Shed A Tear



Gold leaf passing over an eel in the shallowest
Estuaries of a washboard sea:
Looking up and studying the moon: its eyes mother of
Pearl,
As round and thoughtless as feral boys:
Swimming to and fro to the bleeding lap:
A sea so full of thoughts of salt that the animals in it
Never need to shed a tear.

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Robert Rorabeck

Robert Rorabeck

Berrien Springs
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