sitting next to Connie
old, hard, wooden stadium benches
red paint, chipped, gouged and peeling
she puts on her sweater
I put on my sweatshirt
band plays hits of some artist
we know little of and care less for
overbearing 80's synthesizer
annoys me
she doesn't seem to notice or care
beyond the stage I watch carnival rides
loop, spin and race into the evening
colored lights intensify
sky drifts to darkness
near full moon glows above the trees
growing smaller as it brightens
yellow to orange to almost white
we come to the fair almost every year
it's something we do
we learned this spring she has cancer
treatment, fear, hope shadow our days
we talk a bit, decide to leave
i am ready, but hesitate
how many more times we will go to the fair
merit award 2007 Sue C. Boynton Poetry Contest
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