The Elbowed Airplanes Poem by Robert Rorabeck

As busy as the intercourses of Ganymede—stampeding
At all of the hidden intervals,
The sunlight of courses over all of the fairs—
And the prettiest girls get up and languish without understanding
Any kind of affection—
Playing their parts all over the tables—still life with
Unhurried gasps—as the wolves roll their
Eyes all over their sumptuous impresses—
Entangled with the horned antelope down in the
Crepuscule - along with the puppets and
The venal carpenters—as the rivers softly cacophonies
Beside them—intricate panhandlers in the thickets—
And the most beautiful part of the day
In the shadow of the elbowed airplanes with absolutely
No one around to see.