To Kiss The Sea Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Parade of purple airplanes with nothing better to
Do,
Going up in the sky and kissing clouds who haven’t
Decided just yet what projection they are:
And it is too far away anyways to know how long they’ve
Made money while skipping school:
They travel across all of the canals so easily, and look
At the rural housewives inhaling as the sugar cane burns,
Their open blouses like offering confections
While the unglued armors of the katydids wait in the
Pews of cypress-
And another girl goes to sleep dreaming of becoming
A stewardess, as cars pass beneath the overpass
Dreaming of what it will be like to kiss the sea.