Doing good echoes as the airplanes <br />Fly like <br />Crows above the classroom or in the trees: <br />They remain there harping above <br />The fading pornography inside <br />Of the junked cars, <br />While there is nothing else happening- <br />Except the rain <br />Over the abandoned children- Where <br />Do they exist now <br />Like lavender in a trailer park, <br />Like something soft and beautiful peeling <br />At the edges that the housewives gossip <br />About but cannot truly grasp, <br />As they smoke cigarettes over the tree <br />Frogs and daydream of the men who <br />Will never truly belong to them, <br />As the paper snowflakes fall, <br />As the paper airplanes fly.<br /><br />Robert Rorabeck<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-paper-airplanes/
