The Soft Declivities Of Paper Airplanes Poem by Robert Rorabeck

In the soft declivities of paper airplanes
As the rain storms above the abnormal classrooms,
And the prisms of our more beautiful
Daydreams are shelved—
There are one or two firedrills
Before our prettiest daydreams are shelved,
And then we embark all-alight like the fires
That kept to our wings—
As the blue-gills fluttered and
The fishes sang—
From the hidden places bound into the
Recesses of suburban parks—
As the dog without tongue howled
To the muses of
An unpublished ferris wheel—
In the enamored dialects the housewives
Once remembered,
Who could not believe what it was that they
Had actually fallen into—
As the eyes recorded nothing upon the fields
The players had left
Where the enemies would not yield.