wildflower

Cigarette smoke

Low in the air

Filling lungs along with the smell

Of fried things, that shouldn’t be fried

Screams fill the night, lit up with rides

Riiiiing riiiiing

Heat

Coming down from above

The sun stands still

A yellow trail blaze in the sky

Leading me forward

Into its light

Its rays land, dead grass, yellowing brown leaves 

Dark hair on a head