September 27, 2002

the big top

Pink cotton candy
on a rolled paper stick,
slick hungry fingers unwrap,
hurrying, taste sugar, melting.
Is that you? It is you.

So much so sweet
so long I've known
those eyes.

dare, I dare you.
come with me to
the big top
where carnival music
carries us back,
light hearted children
without scars,
just loose cotton shorts
that tie at the waist
tie dye tank tops
and a cool fifty cents
to burn.

Hurry, Hurry,
step right up.
don't be late
to the greatest
show on earth.

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