Robert Rorabeck Poems

Fruit market in the sunlight without any other muse:
Daydreams through the bright spokes
While I don’t have anything else to lose: the government
Hardly pays anymore with the airplanes touching
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She went out with her family to see the lions:
There they were yawning in
An apiary- the grass beneath them was mowed,
And they didn’t mind the school buses
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If in a vacant rodeo,
Words are swallowed beneath the
Sky already bled,
Past the sundials and the ways that the
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I’m showing you so the sun burns
Over the yellow ribbons:
It burns the songs right out of the throats
Of birds
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First of all, the critical flowers:
Reindeer have trundled them again, and they are
All over the place. I am sorry,
Their necks are all broken,
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Shellfish in the sea equating the ways in which we
Came around the bases,
Or all of the unspoken estuaries which carried or
Received the vanities of our sea horses:
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Shellfish in the sea equating the ways in which we
Came around the bases,
Or all of the unspoken estuaries which carried or
Received the vanities of our sea horses:
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I have new ways of being dismissive, of laying out
Long again
Yawning in the yard over which the waves of
Airplanes are mowing:
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Another light over another avenue
You traveled on before I was born, and you are
Gone but your song lays evidenced on
The stones
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If you love me, go with me now
Before this apple falls
And the earth turns over and becomes
Uncovered
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