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Dave Bonta
all summer is a fair
the more I see the more I rove
lane by lane
a dance of loose doors
thoughts but no fur
found in burrows
At the fair, at my favorite stall with distorted mirrors
I look at
A squat me
A fat me
A looong me
A twisted me
A me I think me
A shattered me
A stretched me -
Suddenly-
the images begin to speak
They raise a finger at me
and says I am you you are me
I am you you are me -
I hide a smile -
They too...
When first we came
to the Country Fair,
strange players wove
their spell round us
in lazing noon:
no one thought
the day should ever
end. Had we all
turned into crows,
would we have been
surprised?
As I rode down to Gartan fair
I met a girl upon the way:
The winter night was on her hair,
The summer dawn was in her eye.
And O, she stepped with such a gait,
And bore her round black head so high,
And tossed it so, I knew her straight
For Sile of the Silver Eye.
"God save you, Sile, love," says I:
"God save you kindly," murmured she--
And love was welling in her eye
As she dropped me the courtesy.
The mountain boys upon the road
Were at themselves for jealousy
When they saw Seamus win the nod
From Sile of the Silver Eye.