Dream v.1.7

A Pause For A Poem

your skirt is
rippling, light
splashes of
hibiscus, our

fingers almost
touching, but
always those
damn circles.

a madman in
charge of
the pedal,
me unable

to stand to
reach you,
so wary of
past collisions.

the moribund
carousel is
speeding up,
heads rolling

back to our
torrid youth,
amid groans
of dizziness.

©Copyright, 2008. Seamus Kearney

Big thanx to Seamus for allowing me to publish his poem.