The Fairytales Of Airplanes Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Right here in the uncut grass looking up
At the fairytales of airplanes:
Taking their time like languishing super heroes
In love with the memories of the picture shows:
Of the clouds,
And the hills beneath them, purple and green
Seaways without sea, urchins scattered with the
Upkeep of stones along the railroad tresses
Where all the girls I have loved have disappeared,
After their nights out at wondering,
Their dogs and unicorns still hungry: maybe they
Went into the park to metamorphose, but when
I check they still aren’t there,
While their mothers bend their yawning elbows in
The kitchens, happy as if it was their birthdays,
Never suspecting that it might have been that very
Sun making their shoulder blades blonde which also
Stole their daughters.