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a carnival man pulls the red lever wiping sweat
from his forehead My night is lit
by hanging wire lamps / suspended metal saucers
a boy pulls his fathers shirt as gnats bounce jauntily
across their white beacon foreheads They skip to gamble
a wooden ball I know that people are known
to live on luck
the ferris wheel chair is three old gray planks with
strings of white horsehair twisting from gnarled wormholes
A bar on both sides holds us steady as
the wheel turns
I slide to the middle My bowling pin legs snap open and
the boys above me are laughing A hail of golden popcorn comets
rains from the sky
the boys are suddenly quiet They're at the top
And through their eyes i find love
for white lights and gnats and people living for luck
I wait for the click to launch me to that brass bell
of the strong men among the stars
its here i know
that i too am only waiting for my chance to see
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