I inhale the aroma
of deep fried pastries with powdered sugar
Brahman bulls, pigmy goats, horses,
occasional whiff of weed ...
Young son's initiation: cotton candy,
dragon tattoo, first carnival ride - arms outstretched,
swinging precariously overhead, laughing ...
make our escape - stroll amongst quilts,
painted, and woven until his new-found addiction
finds us amongst noise and confusion once again,
I with sideways glances at pimple faced youth
awkwardly flirting, holding hands, giggling
(a faint memory tickles the back of my brain...)
and my young son wired on sugar and temptation:
over-sized stuffed toys and roller-coaster rides
which I forbid. Point him towards the bumper cars
and carousel - perhaps this will be the last year
he allows me to publicly kiss his cheek
as he climbs upon the lion's back...
by Margaret Bednar, September 11, 2017