Tuesday, February 17, 2015

Carnival and I

    A sweet suspense at-
    taches to the night,
    on this eve of such
    privations as we
    wager we can stand.

    A little more sport-
    ingly, myself, I in- 
    dulge a single toss-
    ing of a cap I never 
    wore, to see who'll 
    chase it down

    Next time, I keep 
    saying, lose it.

    The coming night
    was pulsing with
    excitement - and
    look, over there,
    fires were encir-
    cling the City.

John Rechy
The Coming of
  the Night
Grove Press, 1999©

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