Carnival Ii - Merry Go Round - Poem by Lori Boulard
Ticket to ride
lead painted childhood beckons.
She climbs aboard the gallant steed
as the tinkering melody plays.
Whirling lights in a circular world,
speed spinning in carousel chaos,
clinging to brass
as gravity's arms tug
She slides down, dizzy
glaring at the man.
Through tobacco-stained breath
and a slit of a smile
his rasp flies beyond her -
'It was you who chose the stallion.'
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