The Valley
Carnival caravans
dust and smoke,
saucer woks fry garlic
and ginseng.
Buck beers and freaks
with hair,
and cooling spray-bottles
that mist the air.
Moving mass,tye-dyed
euphoria,
kaleidoscoping
down,
into
the valley.
Venders and venders
dealers and dollars tents and flags and an ancient bus, painted
with the lives of a tour.
Color-swirl, sun-baked
lot,
the pictures, the
music, the faces, the spot.
- J. J.
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