Seasonal And Holidays Past Journal

A Festival At Cool

In the park
at the city fair
he bought me lunch,
I wolfed down a
hot dog with everything
on it.
Later, I gazed at the
mesmerizing carnie show
sucking an Italian ice.
It was a Saturday
and we were celebrating
a hot summer.
Funny.
How special times have you
enjoying life without
even really knowing it.
My lover bought me a
balloon from a fashionable
street clown.
We streamed through
the crowd with it,
holding hands.

I recalled the zoo,
a monkey in his cage,
fondling a banana.
Was I any different as a
human than he?
His eyes stared at
me, as he laughed--
that monkey--
seemingly thinking
how life is a blast.

We had just made a day
of it, our backs
against the wind.
Lovers . . .
still.

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