I thought whirling
Back then I knew
Alone arms limp
In the yard spinning
Dizzy till both knees
Unbuckled our house
Tilting how to be
Happy go luckily over
Turning my head still
Wild my eyes through
Whirlpools of shingles down
A blurred muddle
Of leaves clouds all
Under gone toppling easy
In circling ripples
Slewed sideways
In a walleyed catty-
Cornered neighborhood too soon calmly
There again grass-flat plain Sunday-fixed
Tree trunks woodenly locked front doors
Upright no longer spun glassy like me like crazy.