cerise moon in an indigo sky
there is nothing but grass for miles
i often tell people, at parties
that my earliest memory is being
on a ferris wheel with my father
and i looked out into the warm night sky
and everything seemed streaked with violet
my father looked out and said,
"you can see the whole damn town from up here!"
and i laughed.
now, thinking of ferris wheels
i take your hand
waiting for a bus
that will never come
