Robert Rorabeck Poems

Windmills: windmills of that banal architecture,
While traveling through the hallways it
Seems as if very little else has changed;
But the fruit still falls from the tree
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Windmills: windmills of that banal architecture,
While traveling through the hallways it
Seems as if very little else has changed;
But the fruit still falls from the tree
...

Truckstop of dis- conjoined senses:
Wishing you were here, anyway, while the automobiles
Procede,
While I am wondering if you have ever seen anything
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Friendship in the tears of ghettos,
Mud daubers pooling quietly along
The lips of fences
And lanais- while the men pile up
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The angels sung over the castle;
They sung real hard,
And they prayed like nightmares.
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It happened upon occasions that I was not
Here,
But I saw your grandmother out in her yard
Doing something with it:
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With jewelry bent in their hands,
They gave us such a blessing, while the circuses
Cursed,
And the pilots cursed- I wonder where it
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Down in that chasm where the dragon remains
Nameless,
Wasting another quarter- the willow sprigs buoyantly
Expecting to save another man:
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As a goldfish, I can barely breathe or
Spell- growing lethargic is not the word, but look
At the mountain underneath its spell:
Words of luckless joy given over to her nimble movements:
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Adolescent tears stolen to the ravaged
Cheeks of crocodiles:
Look how they are smiling, slanted on the bank:
The whole classroom is smiling,
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