Rectangled Funhouse Window Ponds
La Feria! La Feria! They cry
A family pass in matching pastel rows
Their heads turn and turn and turn as we go.
Babies mouth agape look into
Lemon Scented Chemists
Combed back Hair
Looking into the future -
Whatever waits for them there.
Old fairground flamenco fans out from
The carousel
Candy Pink Girl
In Pigtails, serious, grave,
Riding alone.
The Baby stares
The Old Lady stares
Spell broken by -
A friend she knows.
Shop dummies contorted behind windows,
Wait to say hello.
Watercolour scenes
It smells of the sea!
But all you can see is marshlands
Beyond the horizons -
Cracked, bright, stacked tiles that are houses.
A statue of a can-ta-or lit at night
Souls alive as they are bright,
They guard him silently as they guard their town.
Waves of sound. Hush!
The strangers drown in Mysterious Queues
Outside brown, peeling shop signs.
You get lost in the streets though they
Are militarily planned.
You think you've been here before
Though you've never seen it.
I like to be somewhere I don't understand
The Bright Imploding Colours,
Tarnished and Spent.