With a PAUSE, an arched eyebrow,
a shy smile spreading while 
looking up and down that 
lean and RANGY frame,
“You’re quite a fella. 
Want a piece of TAFFY?
It’s from Atlantic City.”

Georg’ann

Carnival man moves
to LOWER the safety bar, 
Riders STAMP their feet, 
bodies bursting with anticipation. 
Car begins its steep ascent. 
Eyes shut tight, hands clenched. 
Fearful I might FAINT. 
Acceleration as we pass the crest. 
Rapid motion, flinging against 
one another, pushed to edge. 
In a flash it’s over. Stumble out. 
Take my hand, pulling toward
cotton candy, popcorn, TAFFY.

Heather