The Amber Rose Poem by Robert Rorabeck

The Amber Rose



Across that sea
The amber rose,
Beneath the waves
Of mid-west prairies,
Trailer parks wharf
Swim hermaphroditic mermaids,
The yeast of drunken eyes
Arises from swimming pools:
Hotels of cars
Parked in abandoned quarries:
Little girls celebrate
Angels on holiday’s sundries:
Her hand on a blue pants leg
Far away
Where the sun is flipping
Picture books and roller coasters:
Caramel apples
And hot dogs:
Out of the dust bowl’s tents
Palms are read,
Legs are shaved in
Motel room’s dusk
Parking lots of American flags
The preacher’s walk
A wayward liquor’s dance,
A nickel,
A dime,
A quarter’s romance.
True love at thirteen,
And then tomorrow a
Hot fudge Sunday.

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Robert Rorabeck

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