Merry Go Round Poem by Pat Weddle

Merry Go Round



Don’t recall your face
There is no focus in you
Dizzy you are as I see
As if last met on a merry go round
Holding on to each other
Liberating our laughs
Dancing helplessly on itchy carpet
Scrutinizing the sky spin out of reach
Only to sit up alone
Befuddled at the fading whispers
From the adjacent picnic table

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