Kaleidoscope Perched All Alone Poem by Robert Rorabeck

If there was a kaleidoscope perched all
Alone above the sea,
And beneath it the otters were swimming
In the grottos of the disenchanted mermaids,
And some school girls,
Who were all alone except from their selves
Who were playing hooky
Just to practice falling down and catching
The shadows of the boys they loved in Pieta—
Well, then this was the new delusion nobody
Would see, except for the wooden
Puppets and the rainstorms above the
Talking cats—
As the airplanes sped both ways—
And the stewardesses serving drinks inside of
Them were always in love with this or
With that.