Cups Of Earth Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Cups Of Earth



Daydreams without heroes- underneath school
Busses,
Underneath cathedrals: angel-less
Heroes
Playing hooky, spending all of their Roman Candles,
While the daylight flickers
Like the light through a zoetrope:
And now you see her brown skinned, being chased
By foxes
Into that world over the trees,
And what you would have wished to speak to her
Has clouded in your mouth
Like the guts of an orchid- and you can only
Guess at what she does, as the night inevitably overspills
Its cups of earth.

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Robert Rorabeck

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