during the summer,
we'd see the trucks roll into
town to set up
the carnival
in the wide-open parking
lot of the shopping
center.
up went the Ferris Wheel,
the Scrambler,
the Tilt a Whirl.
in no time, the fun house
was constructed,
the bearded lady
appeared,
the midget, the fire
eating man
with his long swords.
a monkey on a leash
playing an accordion,
and the hunger artist
in a tent next to
the freak behind the curtain.
one dollar per peek.
we watched as these strange
carnie workers
put it all together.
talking in a language
we never heard.
smoking
and cursing,
some with teeth, some
without.
each covered in a colorful
of array of tattoos.
the air soon filled with
cigar smoke
and cotton candy being spun,
candy apples
lined up on sticky trays,
and popcorn.
sawdust.
two weeks later they were gone
as if they never
came.
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