That’s Bernie’s wife on the carousel
laughing and waving her arms.
Once again she won’t get off
even though Bernie is yelling
next to the concession stand
jumping around in his wheel chair.
He’s finished his cotton candy
and wants to go home.
He probably has to pee.
He never goes anywhere
except to the parish carnival.
He loves the cotton candy.
He says it’s the same as when
he was a kid years ago
before he fell out of the tree.
He needs Stella more than ever now
to push his wheel chair and she does
except when she comes to the carnival
and gives old Bernie a big plume
of cotton candy and hops on the carousel
laughing and waving her arms
once a summer every year.
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