a fairground sound wound from carousel horses
slow-moving trains rolling coasting
ferris wheel lights flags in the distance
a haze a glow lurking above the fray
leering eyes and large-knuckled hands
collecting tickets pushing children through turnstiles
queued-up for a ride each ride makes a circle
an interaction of space and sound wound from pump organs
and barker's cries gathered together
come one come all
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