57. One More Good Day

                                    One More Good Day

 

After the maple cotton candy the only clouds in heaven are made of it

         and after showing him how to show the teenagers how to ring the bell                            three times bangding bangding bangding

splitting wood since I was seven         

screw the cigar

             and after the rides he actually went on the Scrambler

 I never dared even in high school

                           we come to the carrousel

and of course he wants to go on it

 

and here’s the wispy little blonde girl walking in a trance through a magic    forest of horses

         and here’s the chipmunk-faced tow-headed boy looking up to his                            father to pick one to ride

                  and here’s the hyperactive bullet-headed kid trying to shinny up

one of the poles

                           and here’s Tal petting his horse’s muzzle and explaining

 don’t worry it’s going to be a great ride

 

and here’s the music and the motion and here’s the little girl going past getting used to the up and down of it

         and here’s the tow-headed boy holding on tight to his pole

and here’s the bullet-headed kid spanking his horse’s rump to make it go faster

and here’s Tal looking at the machinery in the middle to figure out how it works

 

and here’s the little girl starting to believe in this horse and rocking in time with it

and here’s the tow-headed boy wiggling around trying to get used to the hard saddle

                  and here’s the bullet-headed kid looking as if he might try to stand                    on top of his horse the attendant moving over toward him

and here’s Tal bent over the head of his thoroughbred looking back pretending he’s worried about the others catching up

 

and here’s the little girl with a big grin for her mother as she goes past

         and here’s the tow-headed boy starting to look around at the other                                     horses

and here’s the bullet-headed kid leaning over trying to get something out of his pocket the attendant closer now

and here’s Tal pointing way up ahead and shouting I think he’s          recognized someone   

 

and here I am knowing it won’t get any better than this

         and here I am knowing it can’t get any better than this

                  and here I am knowing it doesn’t have to get any better than this

                           and here I am crying

 

and saying one more time the little almost

         prayer I’ve been saying almost every day

                  since the day he was born and before: “There’s

                           one more good day the bastards will never take away!”

 

 

 

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