A Carnival life
It's a carnival life sometimes--
flashing colorful lights,
strange curiosities of the human and animal
varietries, merry-go-rounds, Ferris wheels,
cotton candy, spinning rides,
two-headed snakes, popcorn,
tossing games, bottled beer,
stuffed animals, strength games,
colorful flags blowing in the breeze.
Sometimes it's a carnival life--
flashes of a man running away
from responsibilites,
an animal bedding any and all
who agree to it and hiding
it all from his wife. Such a man
puts his family's life on a merry-go-round,
lets all spin out of control
until everyone falls off.
Through the Kitchen Door Window
Triple-crown gold sunrise pours
through the mist of morning,
a layer of fog stretched over the fields,
as thick and deep as swan feathers.
A man on a horse leads another horse,
clippity-clop, clippity-clop
past the house and deep into the mist
below the triple-crown gold sunrise.
Yellow roses bloom among plants
trying to reach that triple-crown gold sunrise,
talk back to it, yellow to yellow,
gold to gold, like an exchange between royalty.
The man on the horse leading another
passes back from the opposite direction, under
the triple-crown gold sunrise
that will soon give way to stark day.
Morning Scene
Wings flutter through birds' morning songs
while horses roam next door into sunlight
and white-blue sky, their coats like flames
in sunlight that spreads across the sky like wings,
dark as blood streaming from the heavens.
The horses are dancers of morning as they trot about,
step right in time with morning's music
The light follows their glittering steps
as they step out in perfect array.
Soon they will hide back in the barn;
the man who feeds them
makes his way through the tall grass and weeds.
