The Neighborhood Of A Vanished Carnival Poem by Robert Rorabeck

The Neighborhood Of A Vanished Carnival



Drunk mothers
Get down on
Their knees
In the middle of
A dead-end
Park-
Admire the butterflies
In the last leg of the
Race
Having naptime with
The rabbit carcasses-
Empty shot-gun
Shells
Are indescribable
Like knucklebones
Across
Tne neighborhood
Of a
Vanished
Carnival-

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Robert Rorabeck

Robert Rorabeck

Berrien Springs
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