carnival

from the window
i can see that
the carnival has
gone up over night.
appeared like magic.
it's tinsel colors
of green and red,
the circus blues,
and shadowy whites
glow in the near
distance, a smudge
of a child's mirage.
the music a jumble
of disconnect, noise
trying to be a
melody without
success. and the
ferris wheel that has
risen from the flat
dry earth swings
slowly around and
around going nowhere
and nowhere.