Fair Day

On the day the coaster jumped track,

the sun was a gaudy pinwheel

cooking the air to cotton candy, flaming the dust

the animals raised, burn-fading paint

off the metal in slim orange curlicues who

jostled as the snap-together carts rocketed

round curves, freckled arms throwing out

giggles and yells, throwing them

to the sky in lifts and drops of such blind joy

that the metal couldn’t help but

add its own sharp voice,

so enlivened it broke free,

a human ribbon arcing across

the sun, against the sun,

and down.

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