the child says
as billboards fly by holding
the faces
of other children laughing.
not far, the mother says.
be patient.
the ocean is up ahead.
smell the salt in the air.
look straight ahead you can
see the rise of the coaster,
the spin of the ferris wheel.
not far my dear.
we're getting closer and
closer to fun. then
she catches her father's
eyes, darkened,
in the rear mirror.
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