Near Kiwanis Carnival
What was once desert
now surrenders to sailing autos,
alternating patterns of flight.
Cracks hold their breath with tar,
spindly like orphaned spider legs.
where silence gathers,
and sense is abandoned.
The involved try to transcend.
Failure clutters generously, walkways.
Rubber tire here, mangled fender there.
No one dies in the attractive fashion.
Yielding rubbernecks find that prize
by sundown. And yet something
passes in the solitary turn,
even if it was never alive.