Yesterday
I went
To
The
Fair,
And
Joined
The
Throngs
There.
Little
Children
On
Papa’s
Back
Or
In
Strollers
Fitted
Out
Like
Cadillacs,
Took
In
The
Fun
While
Baking
In
The
Sun.
Heat
Shimmered
As
I strolled,
Anointed
In
A
Scented
Fold
Of
Lemonade,
Fried
Alligator
And
Corndogs,
Seeking
Precious
Shade.
My
Only
Child,
Still
Youthfully
Wild,
Took
A
Ride
That
Twirled
Her
Upside
Down,
Seven
Stories
Off
The
Ground.
I waited
Below,
Watching
Her
Take
The
Reckless
Chance,
While
I did
The
Tense
Parental
Dance.
We
Saw
It
All
And
Left,
Footsore.
Next
Year,
We’ll
Come
Back
For
More.