Dizzy

In those days change was law.
After the day’s lawn faced the sky blue speech,

Or its parade of clouds rolling like floats east,
It looked up at one or two stars,

Bordered by the two darkening maples and one big willow.
The lawn had no eyes, but the dizzy

Boy and girl, lying at day’s end on it did.
Then the honeysuckle along the rotting fence

Gave out its sweetness, its nectar,
To hummingbird moths and late bees.

And to a boy plucking its stamens and sucking them.
Then other children gathered, with names

Like Diane and Roger, and one child
Was blindfolded and spun, the others disappearing.