Purple and yellow buzz by
Followed by blue and red flashes.
The colors race after one another
Shining brightly on marquees.
Eyes dart from place to place
Overwhelming barrage of color.
From balloons exploding at dart point
To ribbons decorating the winners.
Tongues peek out of slightly open lips
Reaching to touch the sweet smells in night air.
Amid others thwarting the nostrils
While still more dive straight for taste buds.
Every step reveals more of this festive welcome.
Clouds of spun sugar, soon sticky to the touch,
Fingers jabbed forward, pointing to the treasures
Sizzling and tantalizing at each concession window
Youth simmers here, boiling to excitement in every person.
A mysterious passion for the thrills they seek.
The moon swung bare, staying just beyond
The rides climbing high to reach it.
2 comments:
Very appealing to the senses. I had a great picture in my wind along with the sights sounds and smells of the fair.
Still no rhyming. And all I could smell was the rainy air from outside. And that was only faint since I have a weak sense of smell.
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