It's Still Life

She Walks the Fair

She walks the fair,

a carousel’s brass music
tugging at her sleeve,

buys a daffodil
from a man with kind hands,

watches a child spin
until the world goes loose.

The scent of frying dough,
cinnamon and sugar,
the squeak of a wheel,

a stranger’s laugh
that sounds like her own.

She carries a paper cone
of warm almonds as

spring holds her gently,
and she lets it.

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Some images created with Midjourney; all writing is authentically my own original work.©Misky 2006-2026.