saw half of the ladies fall in the air,

in the glare, & it’s fair sorts as do

in that order & it’s rarely in twos,

just in care, & you do as you dare

look & see if they’re there,

paired by threes in the breezes

& papery swings of trapeze,

only these o’er the seas & the sides

of the sail they may ride in the air,

of the currents of ocean or rill

from the hillside & mountain, that e’er

I’m thinkin’, how quick can a getaway b,

talkin’ of birds’ thumbs & spurious wings

at the raree, gummin’ my shoes,

endin’ up in gnomon land, at night,

I should say, almost, alluringly,

went fore the ride, cot in hand,

& the glass blower’s stand & the band

in bandanas, the paladin’s tent,

the knife grinder’s bench, to the charmers’,

& bought me some gloves I could use,

tied up my shoes & removed, quietly to