DanBierce
09-29-2009, 08:13 AM
Christina shuns the freaks,
all the rides, the dime-toss
towards the carnival glass prize.
She never gives the barkered games
of rings and darts a gamble.
Though she pines for the grower
of award-winning squash,
and would love to help
grow his crookneck,
she's yet to stroll
his stall of gourds
set beside the strawflowers.
Christina returns to straddle
an up-side-down tub
beside the sow
she prays the judge
deems fit for blue.
Her thirty-year collection
of runner-up cherryred ribbons
has faded to the pink tint
of her 4-H beast,
the rose cut and doomed
to a diary of squeals and wounds.
all the rides, the dime-toss
towards the carnival glass prize.
She never gives the barkered games
of rings and darts a gamble.
Though she pines for the grower
of award-winning squash,
and would love to help
grow his crookneck,
she's yet to stroll
his stall of gourds
set beside the strawflowers.
Christina returns to straddle
an up-side-down tub
beside the sow
she prays the judge
deems fit for blue.
Her thirty-year collection
of runner-up cherryred ribbons
has faded to the pink tint
of her 4-H beast,
the rose cut and doomed
to a diary of squeals and wounds.