Birthday Of My Latest Muse

Poem By Robert Rorabeck

Lamplight like the soft mother of a zoetrope
Looking out into that yard busily mowed during the day
Now vacated save for the lizard and the lazing
Hummingbirds: but across the street, and stacked around
The bluer dunes, such a thing:
A unicorn has made his nest in the tree—
Like a sailor on the mast of the very tallest of Australian
What he is doing up there, but pretending to be a look out,
Trying to figure out when the birthday of my latest muse will be.

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