Parading

Down Sally Cow Lane and Elsewhere

tell the clowned-out clouds and the rain,

scream; tell them—crazy sky and stars
and all that makes you go quiet again,
and all that makes you go quiet again,
tell them that you didn't come here
tell them that you didn’t come here
to make a fuss, or break, or growl, or
to make a fuss, or break, or growl, or
scream; tell them—crazy sky and stars
scream; tell them—crazy sky and stars
between—tell them you didn't come
between—tell them you didn’t come
to disturb the night air and throw a fit, —Ada Limón
to disturb the night air and throw a fit,
—Ada Limón

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