at the carnival again-
they promised me a ride-
walking by the Ferris wheel
I see the pile of lost limbs
paid for such an "economical"
undertaking.
I ignore them-
mother told me she was afraid
of the Ferris wheel, she doesn't
like to get stuck at the top-
although she never does like a
"come-down" very much.
her worries are tight laces-
they hold my shoes on-
I like getting stuck at the top,
when else does machinery agree
with me, and my need to see
everything all at once?
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Love that finale! (Try a roller coaster!)
ReplyDeletehah, my husband takes me on those against my will, hows that for a metaphor? LOL.
ReplyDeleteI love the line, "her worries are tight laces"...so true~ Well Done!!!
ReplyDeleteHard to be contained when one expands the horizon. Well written.
ReplyDelete"her worries are tight laces". Very creative!
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