Robert Rorabeck Poems

It doesn’t have to end this way,
But it is all that I have to give: this is my
Profession underneath the homeless overpass
After midnight, and before
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My Mexican students are my favorite
Students
I am going to buy a cake for Hermilo’s birthday
Next Wednesday
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Baseball is a poem
In the classroom, graffiti on an
Anonymous desk:
But a poem
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Walking by the zoo today, there was no
News of you
Even though, after school, all of the hallways
Open into you it is true,
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Copper plated world filled to
The gills with
The hard evidence of the places
I guess we have to go,
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Another motor at the ribs not filling
Up,
Coiling in the cessation of the gullies
And the trampolines:
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Roosters crowing in the fireworks
Produce bright sunshine
That isn’t anywhere, but flowing over
The yard-
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Oh then, I saw you there beneath
The lodges in the mountains where the smoke
Purred from the lips of the woman in
The fire
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Gladness over the waterfall where the horses
Run-
They run in circles beneath her: they make a whirlpool
Of the air,
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Lighthouse mating with a Ferris Wheel,
Stayed nudity revealed to the nomadic contraptions
Caracole in their whimsy
While bicycles lay dismissed atop of rooftops
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