Turning Away Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Turning Away



Ephemeral in the hemisphere
Above her eyes,
As she looks up- froth of waves
In twilight;
And now she goes in to feed the roses,
As the surf touches the world one
Last time,
And the daylight caresses his
Petrified lover,
Before turning away and going to
Bed with the night.

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Robert Rorabeck

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