Feet at the State Fair

State Fair Elegy:
Heading north on Nelson Street
kneecap to kneecap with strangers.
Bathed in their corndog breath
your eyes glazed and twitching
seeking something stationary and calm -
look up to the sky ride. Pods of glass
in primary colors glide like geese
going south for winter.

Self-promotion

I wrote a poem on Northography, Britt Fleming's on-line workshop/funhouse. Go take a look at it. Also please read all the other fine poets on the site, and go make poetry yourself.


http://northography.com/responses.php?stimulus_id=193#3435