Ferris Wheel

We swung above
the broccoli tops,
the white steeple,
and the bank's brick fa├žade
on Eucalyptus Street.

Our gondola stopped,
suspended in air.
We both saw the people, small as toys.
Yet my friend didn't notice
the wraiths of mortality
chasing the people; how those people
were losing each other.

We both saw
the grand steeple,
yet I fixated on the demon
leaping from it.

We both admired
the town's huge old oak tree,
but I saw the tree's contorted

I turned, and eyed the sheer delight
of my friend, his eager face and his true, kind smile.
He became the sun
and banished the day's darkness.

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