TRAVELING MIDWAY
My raiment is your blue coat.
Swaddled in a form of human ash,
the light coating becomes us both -
we look best in this light dusting,
an elemental brush of mortal man.
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It is swingtime in the country. The guy
with the fiddle is tuning up, while a
few others are throwing hay-bales around
the old dance-barn floor. Ladies with pies
make an entrance.
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From Oklahoma and Missouri to Texas,
it seems, they know best how to do these things.
Animals laze in the nearby fields, while the
fiddlers and the dancers play.
Swaddled in a form of human ash,
the light coating becomes us both -
we look best in this light dusting,
an elemental brush of mortal man.
-
It is swingtime in the country. The guy
with the fiddle is tuning up, while a
few others are throwing hay-bales around
the old dance-barn floor. Ladies with pies
make an entrance.
-
From Oklahoma and Missouri to Texas,
it seems, they know best how to do these things.
Animals laze in the nearby fields, while the
fiddlers and the dancers play.
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