The Picnics And The Honeymoons Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Listening to airplanes trying to picture you:
And stewardesses up there—pretty girls who have
Learned to fly forever
The daylight all around their half-naked bodies—
The strange pictures beneath them:
The picnics and the honeymoons—the sudden bloom
Of valentines as the bank robbers try to get away—
As the freckled lovers say what they have to say
Underneath the singular orchards over
The unmarked graves before they have to go away—
And the night blooms filled with so many of the tiniest
Things with wings,
And the horses come around the field wishing to speak
With the luminescent fairy they seem to recall dancing
Across the sleeping flowers last night.