In The Sea Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Going through the poses through the fence
Posts- I suppose you have seen her
With the slanting sun-
In the ballrooms of gunpowder, flying with
The smoke:
I suppose you’ve seen her auburn eyes
Like an apiary of lost supposes
In the daydreams above the classes of losing
Boys- I suppose you’ve seen how
She attracts them, and they come to her,
Falling into her various rooms,
As she drapes across the furniture- and
Even her bones relax; and then you can
See that she can fly: yes, she can fly,
Though she has never shed a tear for them
Until she has fled far across her cages,
But then what she does with her tears in
The sea I do not seem to care.