the carnival has come to town
to sit out a solid week
of cold spring rain
the tilt-a-whirl is silent
the ferris wheel doesn't spin
and roustabouts
are huddled beneath an awning
leaning against their trailer
smoking cigarettes
spitting on the ground between
curses hurled at the weather
the colored lights flash overhead
but they aren't drawing in the crowds
time to pull up stakes and head out
to another strip mall parking lot
somewhere down south of this town
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