Spinning Friends
She's in the booth ahead of me,
On the Ferris Wheel;
Facing me, she smiles,
As we spin like a movie reel.
I don't know her name,
Or that any of the night's stars,
That circle around us and the earth,
Like racehorses turning against the bars.
I just want to spin with her,
Arms outreached in the field.
Stirring up the tumbleweeds,
And finding that true love is real.
And with all these thoughts, the ride comes to an end,
With kindness she approaches, "Would you like to be friends?"
18-September-2021
Copyright © Robert James Liguori | Year Posted 2021
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