Adults Only

  Animals own a fur world;
  people own worlds that are variously, pleasingly, bare.
  And the way these worlds are once arrived for us kids
    with a jolt,
  that night when the wild woman danced
  in the giant cage we found we were all in
  at the state fair.

  Better women exist, no doubt, than that one,
  and occasions more edifying, too, I suppose.
  But we have to witness for ourselves what comes
    for us,
  nor be distracted by barkers of irrelevant ware;
  and a pretty good world, I say, arrived that night
  when that woman came farming right out of her clothes,
    by God,