The State Fair
I inhale the aroma
of deep fried pastries with powdered sugar
Brahman bulls, pigmy goats, horses,
occasional whiff of weed ...
Young son's initiation: cotton candy,
dragon tattoo, first carnival ride - arms outstretched,
swinging precariously overhead, laughing ...
make our escape - stroll amongst quilts,
painted, and woven until his new-found addiction
finds us amongst noise and confusion once again,
I with sideways glances at pimple faced youth
awkwardly flirting, holding hands, giggling
(a faint memory tickles the back of my brain...)
and my young son wired on sugar and temptation:
over-sized stuffed toys and roller-coaster rides
which I forbid. Point him towards the bumper cars
and carousel - perhaps this will be the last year
he allows me to publicly kiss his cheek
as he climbs upon the lion's back...
by Margaret Bednar, September 11, 2017
This will be linked with "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Tuesday Platform"