1. To The Ticket Girl Working at the Carnival, Cherry Festival 2016

To the Ticket Girl Working at the Carnival, Cherry Festival 2016

 

Gulls scatter erratic,

like plastic bags estranged

in air current

over the ferris wheel.

A wind peaceful

of lake, wind in

my veins, or rather

winded, bone-terse

& skin-brittle

from cold cloaked

in summer’s peeling.

the dog days razing

a burnt lintel of wither

& aimless want

on my back.

I follow the lead

of wandering color,

sporadic in disposition,

neon memories buckled to

bleak nights where I hold

quiet & clamor each in a palm.

My eyes elevated to

a bruised sprawl of sky

until my muse drifts

to you, red security shirt

& a scraggly-toothed smile.

I buy a ticket & hold onto

the search for you

at every rotation

of the tilt-a-whirl.

One thought on “1. To The Ticket Girl Working at the Carnival, Cherry Festival 2016

  1. Some beautiful images in this. I especially like “bruised sprawl of sky” – I know exactly what you mean.

    What a great start to the marathon! I look forward to reading more of your poems.

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