fourth day of fairness

the faces on the midway are filled with wonder, the lights flash so bright… i’m underneath the moon at the fair tonight. no first place, no first in show… nothing prize worthy that the crowds will ever know. a man who’s fight with cancer ends today, nothing is forever, nothing can stay. throw a ball win a pink elephant, put it in your fridge until the butter smells bad… i’ll never forget the good times we had. cheap mirrors, novelty combs, minature lawn gnomes… pig races, smiling faces… this life is a gift. the pain is a reminder that it has an expiration. i had the time of my life.

patrick s. rest in peace

eric w. desselle