Robert Rorabeck

Rookie - 362 Points (04/10/1978 / Berrien Springs)

Like The Penumbra Of A Candle's Flame - Poem by Robert Rorabeck

They will bloom by themselves, though the window is
Empty—
The supermarket and the parking lot is empty:
They are ghosts, they do this anyways—someone is playing
A violin over the pornography across the street—
There is not a single girl that is yet dead—
The goldfish and the cat—
The fair is still in the town—the bottlerocket is only halfway lit:
And you are leaping into my arms like the penumbra of
A candle's flame—
Maybe today is your birthday—maybe tomorrow will be the same.


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 6, 2012

Poem Edited: Wednesday, March 7, 2012


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