sitting in the only shaded spot
away from foot traffic
my daughter
writes boys’ names
on her sneakers
in rainbow ink
while
the avenue
of the flags
sets Miles Davis
in motion
straight up
to loudly snap those flags
in unison
popping August air
already sizzling with oil
& dusted cinnamon
everything here
can be sold battered,
fried & eaten
on a stick
from bacon to butter
& even cheesecake
but
who wants to swallow that
when we can stir
& taste afternoon sunlight
stain-glassing
those flags & fluttering tents
to spun sugar candy floss colors
melting on our tongues
as caricature artists
cartoon the lovers
leaning into each other
on canvas paper
preserving
a more natural
but still forced
sweet
This is so much better than coming home from the fair with a stuffed animal or kewpie doll!
sweet memories here…
Yes, there will be
Right now, there is indigestion, ROFL
laughing. But it tastes good going down
I loved the reference to writing on her sneakers.. brought me back so quickly. Somethings never change eh?
Exactly–I only hope those names prove worthy of the honor of being written on her feet
Mama bear fighting words
Oh, I know! Did not know I carried that protective DNA until these guys were born
I shoot lasers from eyes at boys… haaa
Cool! One of those mom powers I will be growing into very shortly…
I like this because I feel like I am there. This is very real and alive.
I am not sure if it is the sounds, the aromas and tastes, the lucid imagery or my own memory that makes this so very real. But I do know it is your writing that did that.
Jeremy, thank you! We had a great day, and the whole experience sitting there, watching the world go by was so brilliantly colored and unbelievably vivid. But as for the deep fried butter–EWWWWWWWW. No thanks!
a heavy tummy! what a great picture ! Funny gal
so much has changed it appears…yet so much has stayed the same. I can see and hear and smell the fair! seems it will be my only chance this year, so thanks for that, and thanks for eating a fried dough for me. it was yummy and looks better on you than it would on me.
was yummy…all round
this is really nice susan. that first stanza really pulled me in:)
Thanks so much, Don
Ah, nice and nice
Thanks–it was a lovely day