Underneath The Overpass Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Underneath The Overpass



They said that in her eyes were a million
Golden arrows—
I don't know what cages she
Kept in her sparrows—
They lied me underneath the overpass—
Underneath the sun
And bought things off of me, and
Haggled over me—
While the sea we imagined sitting
In our classrooms leapt and
Run.

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Robert Rorabeck

Robert Rorabeck

Berrien Springs
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