the prize

Here’s a portion of my poem, “the prize”:

I hang by a tab on the collar

of my red corduroy jacket

my hat is a layer of dust

I’m crowded with my stuffed friends

the hawker pulls my woolly sheep friend

places him in the arms of a black haired little girl with cotton candy stuck

in her hair

the carnival rides on music

and chicken on a stick

the contestants hit their marks

my eyes search for an eager face, but

© 3 November 2018

Cindy B. Stevens

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