Robert Rorabeck Poems

What you can be: a tourniquet for the dogs underneath
My flag—
Filthy banner of a flea market and a stop watch—
As, all of the housewives swing home on
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Lost in the water fountains of another high school
Looking up and down
And up and down her legs: where is she headed to—
Like best wishes blown—
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We’re going to have a good time,
Even though all of Spain goes missing,
We can go to the drive in movie
Theatre in Lakeworth ever night:
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Pornographies, sisters of the sinister thoughts
Selling to the rattlesnakes
Already devoured by the road:
One of her spiked shoes already cast away in
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These women in my castles making bones
And over her, gentle suicide in the garden:
Sea anemones in the sky,
Evaporations,
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Rivers you can fly over,
Or leap over like burning glass using all of
The wishes of your birthday—
And then lay in the snow and in the sun bask:
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Visions of you in the courtyard
Dreaming of band practice, of boys and other
Girls—Haven't you both your friends
And your virginity,
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Empty baskets filling with sunlight,
Like girls enjoying the secrets of an uncompromising love—
The flowers laying with the hummingbirds in the
Tin estuaries of a high school's drinking fountains—
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I can hear the highway—the engines of airplanes,
But not the arc:
I cannot hear the sea, nor hear the beating of
Your heart:
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I am married—married. Let
Sunshine fall upon a waterfall,
And let the otters play in her cerulean bosom
That sometimes flashes like a spear
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