each booth a different channel
dangling in toes to expose flavors ripples dipped in particular shades
sharing out loud to crowds and singleangle viewers
truth in interpretation
perception without correction
taste and know
sun and shadow drag buildings across skyhigh faces
no waste for the rest for the weary
we are asking all the questions
in between the answers slipslide toward ears
hear the news and fade the sense
up and toward tomorrow
calendar pagealong stringing all the stitches
there should be a book about
even as the roads are closed and the tickets run out
carousels and candy trays
spinning through the cellophane
splitwonder when the winter comes
forget the then and swallow now
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