Fair Grounds

remembering…
walking expectantly
through turnstiles
of reminiscence
each event
dripping neon
the perfume
of candyfloss
and stale beer
a kiss, a kick
a rumble
a fumble
sighs of passion
and regret
all indistinguishable
with time
each attraction
either sanitised
extrapolated
perhaps dramatised
to remain memorable
after visiting
so many yesterdays
roller coasting
through queues
that go on
almost forever
others broken
beyond repair
soon to be forgotten
and demolished
to make way
for tomorrows.

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