a warm breeze walks a handbill up the empty street from the show which had been on the outskirts of town all lights and fury far into the cool night just a dusty track now fading out just taffy wrappers and dime fortune teller cards leading away into the mornings highways memories just photographs of awkward smiles and plastic dolls won as a prize
she came through town that way some years ago and she had caught your imagination and your heart in a velvet dress she bid people come to the edge of town to see the wonders to see the might of the weak man see the small heart of the big man come see the wonders of the wide mysterious world seven wonders for seven cents she was a pretty thing that you would think to see in the finest company with the prettiest jewels
but you would see her at the end of the show her hair let down and flowing like a thick dream prettiest you've ever seen with the weak man in her arms the kind if lovin grace to her eyes just then you couldn't find the heart to disturb them with your questions and camera so you let her go just to be one of thouse memories that the highway holds dear places far away people strange and true of the worlds prettiest girl and the worlds weakest lucky man
(i sold t-shirts (as an independent) at several carnival shows, and got to know several carnies...especially one girl in particular who took care of horses, she will always have a special place in my heart)