The grasses were talking even after the
Day was gone,
And the airplanes in their dresses dancing
With pearled bellies over the sea:
Did you see which way they were going,
Or notice their laughter as it disappeared?
And I just sat there and thought of
Her,
As the Ferris Wheels went up and then around:
Around, waving their hands
As if they were on an island- after the traffic
Had gone home,
Past the scuppernongs growing on the fences
And the mailboxes
As somewhere far a field a windmill stopped
Dancing for its lover,
And all of the heavens went indoors.
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