Like Fireworks For A Blind Man Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Like Fireworks For A Blind Man

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So hard is the disillusion of the body—
The miscegenation of time and gravity,
The wilting of Disney Word like wet,
Old wood into the peat bod—
Eventually nobody gets up,
And the robbers lose their gold—
What is left of the world gets beautiful by
Itself—and heaven happens like a fireworks
Show for a blind man who disappeared
Many years ago.

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Robert Rorabeck

Robert Rorabeck

Berrien Springs
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