The crowds like a moving outside
group of giant bugs. It’s hot but the human group is happy enough. It’s a place
where the lights pop color and the carnival barkers, jovial and a bit cunning,
call the bits of herd in so that they might be parted with paper or coin. A long
time ago, other lives, - someone took me to a kiosk where they engraved my name
and address on a metal or aluminum necklace. I had a double crown and numerous names
but names are not reality. What a time, to walk through the world and the
carnival at night and see the sights and hear the outside world along with the
Holy Spirit buzzing in and about your ear! A motor sounds outside. Angels speak
inside. The countries of the world are represented in little booths. Pearls, ornaments,
talismans, necklaces, shawls, purses, mugs, lights, pins, buckets and tools and
cards and hats. Whiiiirl goes the tilt-a-whirl outside and one laughs and
another looks a bit troubled, a bit sick. When we go home our dreams might be a
bit different. And don’t forget, the electric light queen walks those ways,
through stalls and down aisles. She is adorned of earrings, denim, dark eyes,
and the gifts of the spirit. But she is not for now, though she is for always.
For now it’s good enough to see the roller coaster lights race through the dusk
air and feel the good shake the heart and spirit down fairground way.
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