Who Are They Really Are Poem by Robert Rorabeck
Who Are They Really Are
Missives prove otherwise than cars: things that seem
To go anywhere,
But who are they really, anyways: while epitaphs on stones
For grooms that never got to their bridal rooms:
The night pervades the stars, you can bet, like adolescent
Truants:
The yards get wet, and the bicycles whisper that they too
Are going somewhere;
But where, oh where can they be going,
And who are they really are.
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