Windmill Dancing For Its Lover Poem by Robert Rorabeck

The grasses were talking even after the
Day was gone,
And the airplanes in their dresses dancing
With pearled bellies over the sea:
Did you see which way they were going,
Or notice their laughter as it disappeared?
And I just sat there and thought of
Her,
As the Ferris Wheels went up and then around:
Around, waving their hands
As if they were on an island- after the traffic
Had gone home,
Past the scuppernongs growing on the fences
And the mailboxes
As somewhere far a field a windmill stopped
Dancing for its lover,
And all of the heavens went indoors.