Carrousel Poem by michael spangenberg

Carrousel



He came back, smaller, more withdrawn
horses unconditional wood and little music
French chansons, German hand harmonicas
the Cité de Carrousel has reinvested the site
for a short week, the carousel has found its
new location at the Narbonne gate, on municipal
land adjacent to the cemetery, behind the fences
next to the petanque, structure measuring 7 meters
in diameter against 14 previously
no longer hides the ramparts.

Dazzling smiles of very young children
inundating renovated carrousel's wildlife
willfully spiralling out-of-parental-control
on majestic lions, royal swans, BLUE ambulance cars
ugly ducklings, roaring chimpanzees, RED firefighters
le petit prince aviation - lyrical drone avant la lettre.

- Que sera, sera, mon amie
in memories of the happier times
when it was I playing innocent carousels
or cheerful offspring of-my-own-making
reportedly populate, mechanically
or areodynamically counter balance those
simply beautiful liquid asset portfolios.

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