Saturday, August 13, 2016
Carnival
We shouldn’t hike today because
Of the air – don’t breath it they
Advised. The midday heat will
Take its toll of the old and infirm.
I’ve queued up for a spot in the
Far north hoping no one beats
Me out – For now I creep about
In the early hours. A tattooed
Hollow-eyed man blows something
Up and stares at the remains frame
After frame. Beneath the bridge
Everyone acts his part. Young
Men stand in the shade, laughing,
And singing life is funnier
Than I think driving past.
I don’t accept that, shaking
My head at the raucous
Laughter coming after
Reaching down I turn
On the AC, never having
Learned to swear properly.
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