Robert Rorabeck Poems

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111.
My Town

In the rainstorm the trigger is cooling: The hand is
Letting off,
The barrel of the transom is smoking; something has been
Done.
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112.
Into Something That Cannot Be Stolen

Adding the angel bright kerosene to my heart
And stumbling through the smoky forest where the bees
Are laying with the leaves:
The boys are dark in Mexico, dark as the shadows between the
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113.
Sawhorse Of Hoodlums

I like the work of minor saints,
Watch-makers:
Girls in high-school still look good to me,
Scorn me on the back lot
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114.
The Forest's Green Back

Imaging how it should echo, and then it does:
Of grandfathers and country sides-
The days lay back upon the shed wings of grasshoppers:
And yes, it goes on and on speaking to the sun in
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115.
Peacock Feathers

If you are getting up and coming off work,
And your eyes are lamp shaded with little silhouettes
Leaping and foraging like a giant zoetrope of
A spaceship out in the desert,
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116.
The Queen Of Typos

If I am a marginalized figure, will
You write a screen play about me?
Will we then go together to the juvenile
Vineyards and run down those rows like dirty
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117.
Common Courtesy

What does my heart feel like now;
But it feels like a long poem wanting more the
Poisons of my muses of putrescent Janus;
Looking both ways from the doorways of these
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118.
After School

Trying again, the young children yawn,
Hatching beneath the tombs- as all of the day is haunted-
But your body blooms-
Driving all day in its loneliness, and yet so
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119.
The Pledge Of Allegiance

Positively left me underneath
The turtle
Underneath the school bus
Underneath the middle of the day-
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120.
The Ages Of The Sea

If I passed away in
The ages of the sea,
Would you come
To remember me in
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