Kurt Philip Behm

At The Fair

A riot

of illusions

 a festival

on hold

 

The jester caught

laughing

at what’s yet

been told

 

Saint George

his new dragon

a pet

on a leash

 

The parade

stops and watches

as minstrels

beseech

 

Cheery O’

Cherry O’

the knave said

to the Queen

 

As he stole 

back the memory

of all that’s

unseen

 

While the clock

in the tower

struck one

final time

 

And the square

clouded over

with darkness

— unrhymed

 

(Dreamsleep: September, 2024)