Saturday, January 16, 2016

carousel

circling hooves clank and carry
the sound of their falling
weight to the ground, the force
of the past in a puff
of white smoke rises up
and impossibly
forms an impermeable wall around
this locked feeling
in a tower
shakes at every centripetal pound
and can only listen
to the carousel
constant reminder
of why you are here.

~

RNH