Nothing Seems Real
The annual spring carnival's in town,
and my five senses are in for a treat.
For it is much more than rides and a clown,
this extravaganza is hard to beat.
Flamboyant colors hypnotize my eyes,
flaunting fantasies that seem surreal.
And to top it off, I could win a prize,
or some cash on the crown and anchor wheel.
It smells of peanuts and cotton candy,
amidst a cacophony of loud bells.
And the whole spectacle is jimdandy,
I can taste the flavors each vendor sells.
The rawhide feel of pitching a baseball
adds to the tactile sensations I feel.
And the noisy crowds are part of it all,
lost in the fervor, for nothing seems real.
Painted tents bloom like flowers in the spring,
popping up as soon as winter snows melt.
They're a traditional seasonal thing
that precedes summer, north of the Sunbelt.
(Quatrain)
8/2/2018
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