The Forever Leaping Stewardesses Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Pageantry I am: stallion, peacock- fluttering
Almost as if I could fly above the roof tops,
Stuttering,
As if it were my job, pretty in my loincloth draped
About my
Elbows- eagles at both shoulders, clouds in the
Somnambulating daycares
Who eventually get lost from fieldtrips and lie out
Underneath the misplaced architectures
Of overpasses who are forever so near and far
From the sea- while the homeless men teach them
Their priceless tricks
And she rolls over and plays dread- as roses bloom
For the working girls,
For the forever leaping stewardesses who haven’t
A thought for me.