Cavorting, cotton candy clouds
Light as dust kicked up from the heels of steeds
Rolling beneath the moon.
A golden ring a quarter gone,
Like the ring I can never quite grasp circling ‘round.
Carousal, calliope, carnival, cacophony
Carried on the wind over the rustling wheat,
Like the sound of children
When they find water.
Camels, Corona, Cologne,
We dance barefoot under the moon.
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Song is “Their Pie” from the film Sweet Land.