Robert Rorabeck Poems

Northern forest without any flags
Or women
Where women are like flags, but
There are no summits
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Epiphanies underneath the windows
Of society,
Where the little ferries pollinate quite
Readily:
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Broken adventures moving against the
Stream:
This is my family,
And these are the few words I know-
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Going back home to the sad Indian adventures:
The conquered continents are all right here
In the same way we’ve been ready at believing- in the same
Clouds around the unreachable summits:
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Emolliate another night, and give me succor
With my fingers scoured from
Try to light of roman candles above the ant mounts
Perpetuating a baseball diamond:
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Muses of my species, like paper airplanes lost in
The metamorphosis
Of the rain:
What will I do with them, like dryads sunbathing on
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They were laughing and they went to school:
Some of them while they were
Still young, anyways: and soon in the dead of
Winter,
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On the loose though exhausted, what would you
Do in the backyard shirtless all afternoon, remembering
The bottle rockets that you wasted-
Or the girls that you left behind to learn math in school-
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There they go- up there making love-
Wish of the wind has blown their paper carnivals-
Swimming birds of grown up mobiles- Now what will
They do,
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Penumbra- forgotten echo over a rose,
Like a fingerprint over a theft-
This is my newborn amusement for you-
Silk of amber sleep trailing out
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