fair

Sticky spools of pink spider webs casually tossed in the dust.
The night like a magician’s cape, velvet and sleepy.
Bulbs on tired rides and melancholy kiosks flicker their midnight “adieus”.
Only silence is heard, only the rustlings of leaves like a wood nymph chuckle.
Taste the autumn air, a melty ice cube that tingles your teeth.
Only silence is felt, only stillness is shared.
Only darkness is welcome, now, in the autumn fair.