Just As It Seems Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Just As It Seems



Holding out for hours of playgrounds
While the new wives come home
Leaving finger and toe prints across the leaves
In the sunshine-
Spiders and unborn children whispering in
The swings,
Talking it up to no one- the holidays play
Tricks-
And just as it seems, it seems.

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Robert Rorabeck

Robert Rorabeck

Berrien Springs
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