Robert Rorabeck Poems

Ashes of a forest fire sparked by paper airplanes
Down through the secret mills and
Cotton gins,
Clouding the eyes of unicorns and tornados.
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All of the songs for a girl who never made it to
High school:
All of the songs to her, to verify the beauty of the penumbras
Of Spanish shadows
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Alma, I love you, but you know that,
And that isn’t that I want to be to our game:
You shave your armpits and I kiss them:
I leave dewy mollusks there underneath the swing-sets where
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Alchemist
You begin a poem shirtless
In the landscaping outside of your
Home room class
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Sensory cocoons the miners going into
Mines,
The moon rises up its lantern to see what she
Can steal as she finds what she can find:
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Spokes on bicycles
Falling through her hair- as if birds
Realizing they are on holiday,
As the waves leap like dogs:
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Sing into the open mouthed
Void of woe begone
After the fireworks of holidays have
Died
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Cicadas echoing to their house wives
That is this
And this is that- as the cars drive by,
And the cat
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Places where I sleep are
In you sleeping
Like children along a long highway
Resting their heads
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You will get nothing from me,
But we can go out together and try to forgive
Each other through out the day:
Here the dogs are leaping over the fires
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