Through the popcorn and lollipops
I walk (and still walk there—
Out of summer sun’s bruising);
The boardwalk hot as a tin roof,
Bathers fever dry in an ardent blazing.
And so, talking to myself, in
Cotton-candy air, children nip and tuck
For a ride on a carousel.
Slow flocks the wooden animals,
Deflecting the heat’s dazzle
As if in barnyard straw stables.
I can smell the manure
At my feet, exhibiting its methane gas,
Peels off a nose; death-stench on the march,
Dark green on a day’s cruising.
And so, the tiny tots climb onto the saddles,
Grinning from ear to ear with bloated smiles.
Parents coffined in seersucker suits
And paisley dresses; straw hats and mad caps
Sipping the brisk, summer wind.
Horses galloping on chromium poles, hooves
Chewing the breeze; children in a dazzle.
I remember the year, it was bright for a looking;
I drank it in like honey air. I walked until it all disappeared.
Only white ghosts of rides remain,
Shaping themselves in the sea mist.
Voices of children like gilded harps; I sweep
Their sounds into a jar. The sun hoists my soul up
After my eyes have shed a tear. It wills all
To a memory— rises in my heart like a child’s balloon.
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