The Fairgrounds

The smell in the air,

Was acrid of fried

Foods and cotton candy,

Mingled with sweet animal sweat.

Making the fair into an unique smell

All of it’s own. Comfort. Home.

Dreamy we walked through

The dust and humid heat.

Past the shouting vendors,

And screaming children,

On rides.

This place that fills

My heart with happiness,

When I’m there

I never want to leave.

This place that is,

So like a dream,

It’s hard to tell,

What’s real,

But when the week

Is out,

And the grounds

Are desolate

You hardly remember

What was here.