Inside A Schoolyard Of Pearlescent Shells Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Pines filled the loose change of cars,
While a entirely other world happened across the
Canal;
And the airplanes were touching down softly,
Softly as the blue turquoise feathers of the chiefs headdress:
And he made signs of smoke of peace
And turtles in the sky,
Like weathers of love from their teepees,
And the blue gills made beds of love underneath the roots
Of thoughtless aloes,
Who above the fairies stuck to like stamps on lovers,
As soft lights do lamps in other rooms of others;
Houses,
As the cats pant, dreaming of their kittens and of baseball,
And the graveyards bloom as they always do after immaculate
Rainstorms,
As the mermaids remove their bras and pose above their
Coral for their missing boys, and their sunken conquistadors,
Enraptured by whatever weathers are out there to sea
Them, and by the misspent letters tossed out into their
Beds,
Soliloquizing them there, like candelabrums lit inside a schoolyard
Of pearlescent shells.