Anemic ballrooms of sheer delights
Gaining higher
And higher
And higher and higher:
That you have added me
To your friends,
Who started off from Kansas
And ended up in the Emerald City,
Only to find waiting
For them
Behind the wizard’s curtain
Every thing that they
Brought with them:
Ticking
Roaring
Thinking
Barking,
Wearing the souls of their travels
The splendid sparks
Of the turn of the century experiments:
To fall down laughing
Smiling in the victory of the rainstorm,
As it came rushing back out of dreams,
The currents of the sea,
The paths of muddy roads leading
Home again,
Speckled with the footprints
Of little dogs,
And the memories of time’s
Inevitable passing,
Smiling familiarity from the splashing puddles.
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