At the summer fair in upstate NY,
where large women in lose tank tops
fan rolls and sell deep-friend butter
and men with leather red skin laugh
into green necks and the last of a pack
of cigarettes, a camel stands. Its pen
is surrounded by kids of all kinds;
two legs, four legs, pelts and skins
and sticky hands. Kids with mismatch
sneakers and holy t-shirts race through hay
and sun streaks, dashing through yellow and gold,
tossing limbs and kibble, all bleating together.
The camel heaves hotly, as if projecting
some sun hotter than this, though I stand
sun burnt and burning. Reaching above rough
wood and a flurry of sun motes to her neck
brings her slowly to her knees and in the tilt
of her body, the crowd halts, every drop
of sweat seeping through crows feet
stops its stinging. Just as thin strands of sand
fall, she settles, and like lightning strikes
the sweat falls, the crowd resumes.
I reach and touch the tuft between her ears.
About the Creator
Jonnell L
Poet.
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