Tuesday, April 26, 2016

8080. NOT FOR ME

Not for me this potpourri of carnivals
and lakes, with people swimming to
stand about, and the popcorn-fantasy
cakes with their marks left on everyone's
chin. Even children seem struck by the fun.
I hold the rope the holds the tent that 
holds this fantasy up : carnival barkers 
and their genial announcements; I set 
the pins, I run the Ferris. Not one 
knows me but the one.

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