Robert Rorabeck Poems

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341.
In The Everglades Of Your Overrun Soul

Christmas ornaments strung out and smashed
When they were supposed to be up on stage
Garlanded and thrashing for
The miracle play- and you said it was going to
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342.
The Blue Wildebeest Is Sometimes Called Brindled Gnu

Let me feel your truancy- let me be your apple
Scars, your scabrous efficiency- I want to be your airplane
Leaping from your gallant stride;
I’ll take off and I’ll glide and get a good look down your
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343.
The Wild Flower Graveyard Of Your Mother's Womb

Centrifugal
Esplanades-
The land turns like
A reptilian hum-job;
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344.
Striped Socks To The Grave

I love you with your hand that way upon
Your shoulder,
And your eyes indescribable except that they might
Be just the same as the final stare sailors give
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345.
The Neighborhood's Fata Morgana

My legs are crossed and cooling on
Some promontory in Arizona:
I’m almost as big as a hill, a tit-
And the traffic goes by as smooth as ants;
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346.
Giving Back To Me

It’s magic,
How you trap your children in the
Glass beauty we all faun in:
Soon they will know every avenue they should
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347.
Hot Legs

In cerulean day shifts
Power-lines are gold
Floss,
Ladies wearing rows of
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348.
When The Dead Walk The Earths

Used car salesman of kites and bric-a-brac
The tender fabrics of high school, but it has no
Fingerprints to remember,
The gentle molestations of slight penny-birds,
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349.
My Dissolving Courtyard

Vehicles returning early, like my father’s
Dreams,
Though the canal is so close as to steal away
What voice I might have daydreamed I had,
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350.
Ambulance

When you are on the highway
going down the lines like
words of the poem pull over
for the ambulance her red light
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