Carousels

I

merry-go-round, at the amusement
park, the laughter of children
and the mothers
as fathers watch,
life

II

this circular conveyor
when you are at the airport
claiming your luggage
and heavy baggages,
because you are all
alone,
hiding from your
misfortune

III

remember the tournament
knights
in horse races
gallantry used to be
valliant
word of honor

IV

& this time
of the year
the trademark of a
circular tray
photographic transparencies
the projector
where you see
your own life
through slots

V

where everything
about you rotates
at the sacrifice of
right direction

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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