The Narcoleptic Waters Poem by Robert Rorabeck

The Narcoleptic Waters



Up in the air
The grandest of giants
Kisses an airplane
Holds it by the throat beside
His golden castle of
The sun's metamorphosis—
Stolen bicycles waking up
In the morning beneath—
Remember the feel of her hands
Upon them,
And her a$s sitting there—
Like a turtledove upon her nest:
Now she has gone away to
Her school up in the air—
As he sleeps in the
Narcoleptic waters that
Somnambulate around the
Emptied houses.

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Robert Rorabeck

Robert Rorabeck

Berrien Springs
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