Robert Rorabeck

Bronze Star - 2,025 Points (04/10/1978 / Berrien Springs)

Underneath The Pine Trees - Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Everything will get taken care of underneath the pine trees
As the cars turn around
Like a merry-go-round
Where we once came across one another
To stare into each others’ brown
Eyes through the forest:
I thought you were a butterfly,
But I do not know what you thought
I was,
And the clouds went through the sky,
But they weren’t anything anyways.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, December 8, 2011

Poem Edited: Friday, December 9, 2011

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