A tractor trailer whose ramp was used

as a slide for a fair, was parked on the

street.

Its Fifties signage read: Rapid Slide.

Azalea Pink, Forest Blue, Vanilla White

outlined its lettering.

Holding up its right to advertise a range

of feeling.

By a familiarity that never arrives--

waiting around to appear like it belongs.

It was chance nostalgia under a grey sky,

no longer wondering at screaming

children.