Sea At Dusk Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Saddening evidence
Recuperated from the shoreline of
Her heart,
Where strange sea creatures, foaming,
Slap
Those enraged and dicey cages
Cresting up to the handlers
That comb her hair, the cry of gulls
And salty brush strokes
Outlined in the wind’s spread fingers,
Cupping her waves,
Like a man’s voice she cannot
Contain—
This lost becomes
The evaporation of sun into
The western portions
Wherein those horizons the
Nebulous colors like a
Battlefield
Until the night like a
Dying soldier closes his eyes
And walking through heaven’s
High fence sees the eyes of
Angels peeking.