Carnival Queen


And the man in the specs and the lopsided grin,
Wearing Jimmy Dean’s face just below his own skin,
Held his coffee mug tightly and watched through the steam
The girl who was, long ago, Carnival Queen.
Time had taken her looks and replaced them with clay,
And the echoes of laughter had faded to grey.
Now she sat on the opposite side of the room,
Where she couldn’t see much through her layers of gloom,
So absorbed in herself she had not realised
She was Carnival Queen in his misted old eyes.


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