Barefoot

Carnival sounds
Night winds
Popcorn smells
Midway bells clanging
A popping balloon
Cinnamon warm
Belly dancers
Brush by
Half turned
Flashing grins
Pull a thread
From deep within
Beckoning, but I cannot follow
I cannot breathe
Barefoot in quicksand
I’m sinking

Written on 1/24/25
MPG