There they go- up there making love- <br />Wish of the wind has blown their paper carnivals- <br />Swimming birds of grown up mobiles- Now what will <br />They do, <br />Impossibly above the mowed and mowed again grass: <br />Like paper airplanes above paper trees, who <br />Will they sing to? The lion is asleep- <br />The fire has died, and the stewardesses are asleep in <br />Class- The fireworks burned away after less than <br />A minute and a half- These things, <br />Eyelashes and embers through the power lines and <br />Orange fields- less than ghosts in love, <br />But do they know their own way, and what cathedrals <br />Are they going to, as the boys wander again <br />Away from school, <br />And my body gets up again to work, to think of you, <br />Knowing that it cannot fly.<br /><br />Robert Rorabeck<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-think-of-you/
