Tree Or Butterfly At The Ends Of The Earth Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Tree Or Butterfly At The Ends Of The Earth



Affixed to the ploughshares,
Like dust busters who can’t
Imagine their luck at
Watching the horse thieves
Hang
Out in the open, like nudes
Working all day to
Christmas,
The weather like ghosts
Pillaging
In the fruitful ambitions
Who range the
Aphrodisiacs of lightning
While the stones gossip
Near the summit with
Nary a tree or butterfly around
At the ends of the earth.

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Robert Rorabeck

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Berrien Springs
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