On A Rainy Day Poem by Robert Rorabeck

The cars are filled with meat:
You could say that the cars too are filled with hearts,
And sometimes the sky is filled with hearts,
And they go by the ways the know;
And they get love struck when they leap so far away
Across the burnished sea-
There are no clanging cities and there are no dichotomies
Of lovers;
But some might say that the most fragile, lost little
Girls live in the deepest of seas,
And that is why we must become pilots, because we can
Meet them there,
Or at least look down as they put on mascara riding upon
The backs of unafraid dolphins:
They go so far away from their homes:
They go where they cannot be found, and we can only follow
Them for our some few ways,
For our planes are like minnows compared to them,
And I would like to give them names,
But I am so afraid-
Where they go I should not say, but I believe they go to heaven.
They go to heaven on a rainy day.