Published in The Rotary Dial, April 2017
Dry Leaves blow through the Carousel
Past sightless peeling eyes
Of ponies stuck on lifeless poles
Dolphins who have lost their souls
And a bird that never flies
On broken mirrors reflected are
Scenes of years gone by
When joyfully the dolphins sprang
As music from a calliope rang
So too, the barker’s cry
When children climbed on painted beasts
To wave as spinning by
From gilded ponies who trot and prance
Frogs and swans caught in the dance
Or birds that gaily fly
As time moves on and we grow up
Such delights lose their spell
While peeling paint for childhood grieves
In eddies spin the wind-blown leaves
Just not the Carousel.
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