In High School Poem by Robert Rorabeck

When the day is saying what it meant
And ultimately lying down for the unctions of
Jasmines, what fairies will play with the cats
As their owners work all night at some carwash
Or roller-rink,
And the stewardesses take all of the time
To the sky—hopping and gallivanting like tree frogs—
Like knights with copper wings—
I wonder how many corsages have bloomed for them
At so many airports underneath the moons:
Sometimes they must feel as if they are upon other
Planets—taking their first footsteps out into
The neophyte cities—their wings drying in the background:
They are in high school again,
Their heavens have touched the ground.