The Helicopters Of Hallucinations Poem by Robert Rorabeck

And then they were soft—soft
And in the movie theatre—all eyes
Of velvet,
Children dissolving, homeopathic—
And the canal and the yards
Under their eyes, looking for a millennium
As the advertisements played their
News,
And boys—and boys better than me,
Like grapes all up and down their rows
Skipped in and out of school—
And the playgrounds melted into the daylight—
And the helicopters became hallucinations
After school.