Fair
I went timid to the street fair last night
And hoped intensely for an adventure,
A destiny. But destiny is not
A right, but a privilege with a flat rate;
I found my fate too costly. I doubted, then,
Whether my choice was right, but deemed it so,
For, as I left, the pulsing sky met me
With thunderous applause. Or, maybe, it
Was waving, pleading, shouting out a low,
Desperate warning, begging I return.
Copyright © Kyle Maples | Year Posted 2013
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