Stop! The County Fair is done!
The ‘glove’ you’ve seen,
Acclimated,
Into binary reconstructions
Of living
With technical birth.

Yes! I have years of old memories
Of County Fairs! So many do not,
Reacclimated
Into free-flowing blood’s unconstruction,
While living
On a physical world.

Look! There are years of County
Fairs to come, so many we will not attend,
Deactivated
Into fresh-charactered phonetics under-construction
While living
With ethereal worth.

(Ha! And, as I penned the end of memories years,
My mechanical pencil fell apart in my hand,
Literally! The fine-lined leads bled out on my words
After the eraser flexed its way past its berth,
Spinning innards I hadn’t seen
In a while, uncurled.

Intermissions.
How crazy they can become.)

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 9/24/06