carnival

as the carnival
goes up
on the bare
parking lot of
the abandoned mall
you see the lights
of the ferris
wheel lit up
in the night.
you smell the cotton
candy.
the pretzels
being baked
under salt. you
hear the steel
wheels grinding
around on rattling
tracks.
there is nothing
that makes you want
to walk over
there and visit.
the sound and
smell and memory
of it all is enough
to satisfy
your interest.