The Fairgrounds, version 2

Version 2

The fairgrounds in their splendor,
A young love in its bounty,
Chaotic and disordered,
Like everything around me

It’s actually, well, tawdry;
But in our interaction
We find the beauty in a place
That has no great

Attraction

Version 1

The fairgrounds
Carried with them all of
The chaotic, asymmetrical splendor
So many of our best days have

A place is magic
Not intrinsically, but
Because of how we interact with it

And a new love here
In this unfashionable place,
Beats a sunny day of lonely cynicism

On the Riviera

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure. View all posts by Beleaguered Servant