Through the arcadespast whistling peanuts
cheering pinwheels
slick poker parlors
the crowd rushes and reels
into the glare of Surf Avenue
Exuberant balloons take Julie and Jack
to frozen custards and bumper cars
splendiferous spinnings above the maze
through dizzy onion-smelling crowds
spook-ride cackle, rootbeer roar
rings and balls and plastic stars
Mama remembers Steeplechase
caterpillar ride, whirring horse
cotton candy in her face
the tunes, the dance at Oceantide
and what Frankie finally had
with his sea girl in the shade
Unlovely passage
child’s, man’s, mother’s
harmless hot-dog dream
miles of boardwalk and wide white beach
popcorn clouds piled each on each
garlic humor, golden key
and the slightly polluted eternal sea.
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