Adults Only
Animals own a fur world.
People own worlds that are variously,
pleasing bare. And the way
these worlds are once arrived
for us kids with a jolt,
that night when the wild woman
danced in the giant cage we found
we were all in at the state fair.
Better women exist, undoubtedly,
than that one, and occasions
more edifying, I suppose.
But we have to witness for ourselves
what comes for us, nor be distracted
by barkers of irrelevant ware;
and a pretty good world, I say,
arrived that night when that woman
came farming right out of her clothes,
By God,
at the state fair.
William Stafford
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