Can you believe they brought that Ferris wheel in on the bed of a truck? Do you notice how teacups and elephants seem to hover between the lips of kids? Could you picture
the pitch of the hill you’ve been over in the seasons since three pigs raced in a ring? Your money was on the clown-wigged one, your baby was all-bones-in on the sow in the spacesuit. There she is
kicking up moondust round the final turn when out of the rear comes the General, chubby blur in ammo belt and camouflage. The year kind of went like that. What ever happened
to the pearl-gray shirt you’re wearing here? The curl behind her tilted ear? It’s either hair or smoke.