spinning red, blue, yellow, green
cool to the touch
as this traveling window spins ,,,,
green-leafed trees, brown-dry earth
faces, movement, heart-rate fast
hold on ...
don't look down
gaze upon this sparkling june night ,,,,
gaze & breathe & hold on tight
lean into the whirl or resist the curve
you are the force behind the spin
able to slow or push again
this tattered earth toy
this wheel of childhood
feel that pull ?
that circle dance ?
you are the reason this tale is told
now hold on tight
and don't let go . .