Even As They Fly Poem by Robert Rorabeck

My soul beat through the schoolyard:
Soul,
Frightened rabbit as the stewardesses flew:
And I wondered,
What were the colors of their toenails,
As they flew:
But they had their colors, and their perfumes:
They flew above all the tender heads
Of the school yard,
As they flew strange goddesses of escaped
Domesticity,
Like waves in church where will they
Go now as the students leave,
As the traffic coalesces what mystery of things
Changing just to go back home
While the women up there fly across the ocean,
Taking with them the theft of their hearts:
See how they metamorphosis while
The children go home
I expect that they change colors even as they fly.