Robert Rorabeck Poems

Fibrous tremulations amongst the cowslips;
Yellow and gold, hair of girls fanning summer banners
As the foreground for scavenging birds:
The lactant eye of lapis lazuli,
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On a wash day, the traffic streams a river.
The bears are watching from the brambles, they've
Tumbled into the briar pit for fun.
They are learning to start fires,
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Laughter harkens finely from a distance,
Hear the resonance of my children as their mother bathes them-

I drink from a three dollar wine bottle,
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Fruit slipped from a Spanish vine-
Looking up, I am here:
A hold over, a fleck of gold and a snag from a river:
Look into the horse's widening eye,
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Fruit slipped from a Spanish vine-
Looking up, I am here:
A hold over, a fleck of gold and a snag from a river:
Look into the horse's widening eye,
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I cannot love in the shadow of mountains,
Or the neon glow of fast food chains:
They are the same thing,
The moonlight falls upon the valleys, advertising:
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As a child, I dreamed of produce:
Radishes and cabbages blooming prodigiously,
And rabbits enjoying just
As richly as a young boy might pornography:
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Sheets of empty music
Asleep by the lake-
An uncle who is a professor owns a house-
A religious man- the sun skates like a spider,
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Here I come gunning for you,
Calling for the middle-class hemispheres to coalesce,
Only because I am without any other justified cause:
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For an hour,
In love with the subtle rain- and then a prognosis:
There is a rose clinging to the
Gentle face of the gingerbread house:
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