Empty Handed
I reach, stretching
for that elusive brass ring,
holding onto what I believe is my dream
Sitting there beyond the giraffe and the zebra,
shining for those smiling riders
holding it in their hands
I watch, still stretching
as the glow beckons from their fingers,
small shavings of light
Teasing me as I go around
again and again, stuck to cotton candy remnants
on a popcorn strewn saddle
Snickering, giggling
little children with plastic daisies
in their hair find humor in my desperation
Hearing in motioned questions,
the happy music blaring from neon mirrors
reflecting this fading image
Spinning slower,
the rabbit no longer moves up and down
as laughter replaces the calliope melodies
I exit, empty handed
looking back at the big smiling clown waving goodbye,
realizing it is just a sign of things to come
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