The Fairytales Of Yards And Afternoon Poem by Robert Rorabeck

The Fairytales Of Yards And Afternoon



This is how they remember themselves,
Looking into the stores where they bought things—
All of the heavy ornamentations hanging
Around
And around—like more words to be used—
The same sunlight playing upon the yard of another day—
Beautifying the memories
Of when they used to laugh like wind chimes in the
Classrooms of their
Fairytales of yards and afternoons.

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Robert Rorabeck

Robert Rorabeck

Berrien Springs
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