The dining-hall was white with fables,
holding hands with cloth.
A boy with a wick for a neck. Another
who whispered into the ear of the candle,
while napkins murmured a grace,
went limpid into laps. Amen.
The door blew open
and the prairie was a maid.
Rolled hay-bales through the pic-nic
benches. Then the aisles were indoor-outdoor.
Then there was a fence,
and there was out there.
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