It’s as if
someone sprinkled magic seed
overnight….
Summer’s last flower—
the Ferris wheel—
pops up
in the fallow fairgrounds,
followed by a whole
garden of earthly delights:
Roller coasters
snake and twine
like enchanted vines,
the carousel blooms
in smiling colors,
and the sweet fragrance
of cotton candy
drifts
invitingly on the breeze.
For almost a week
the whole town
lies under a spell.
But one morning,
quick as a hypnotist
can snap,
people wake
to find the fairgrounds
empty,
the sky powdered by clouds
like a blackboard just
erased,
and, in the place
where the Ferris wheel
was,
leaves turning
end over end
in the breeze.
