The local fair
Has come to town
I don't know how they do it
All those death defying contraptions
Stored up in trailers
And assembled over night
One night
An empty parking lot
The next morning
A fully functional carnival
I don't even think
There's designated opening and closing times
It's just
Open
There's always
Always
People there
Children carrying around prizes
Friends sharing funnel cake with each other
Teenagers screaming as they drop from a frightenly tall height
I never go to the local fairs
I don't believe I've ever been to any
Except one
I can't remember much
But it wasn't my town
It was somewhere in the middle of nowhere
It was fall time
And pumpkins everywhere
Other than once
I've never gone
No need too
No money
No trust in the rides
But whenever I drive by
The local fair
I have a yearning
That builds up inside of me
Seeing the groups of friends laughing
The couples hand in hand
The girl always with one of those mega stuffed animals tucked under her arm
I just wish
Someone would invite me
To the local fair
Just once
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Leaving Behind the Endless Fields of Corn and Soybeans
PoetryEveryone has that one place in their heart. The two will always be connected, whether they love that place, or hate that place. My place? My town? I love it, I hate it. I've left it behind. This collection of poetry is about the place, the town, tha...
