County Fair

I walked
With a friend
Who died
The county fair
In a dream
Many years ago
The eye
Could not rest
On any one thing
I saw the ferris wheel
As though
Through gauze
She said,
“I can’t
Watch out
For you
I Have places
I need to be.”
I said
“Tell me one thing.
Have you seen
My father?
Did he ever get
To where
He wanted to be?”
But she only
Turned her face
And all
The dead people
Waited in line
To get back
On the ferris wheel
Somewhere someone
Looked at my father
As though
Through gauze

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