Lacuna Moon

I’ve often heard that many people think that local fairs (in our case, the State Fair), are hokey and trite.

I honestly look forward to attending the State Fair each year. Whether it be corn dogs or the latest slice-em-dice-em, I like eating the horridly unhealthy food or examining the malice exhibits.

Tomorrow, tho’, I explore the State Fair for the first time. Not for myself, but through my daughter’s eyes. We went last year, when she was less than 6 mos. old. But the difference this time is that she’ll be able to pet the smelly sheep, cattle, bunnies, WHATever…. This time, it will be more than corn dogs (have I mentioned that I love corn dogs?) and cheese curds… It will be a fair through my daughter’s eyes.

What wonder!

What fascination!

And then, Rowan will tell the next president how to run the world…

I walked away and grew old,
liver-thin skin and a dead dream unfolds
Longing for the simple sport
Of watching water stream out and up

Drive away in a beat-up lawn tractor
and say farewell to the antiques
that lay scattered around a home
Her name like ice
Chilling to the core
and the words fumble out out
each word worse than the one before…

Flesh rends and the clocks turn back
Sand washes like seas and
there’s no turning back
to the way the way the way
to the way the way away…