Carousel
Poem written by Tessa Truzzolino
The place looks new
Only the outside
New paint
New sign
The arcade games actually work
Huh, that’s new too
But the biggest change
the saddest change
The carousel is gone
That small, glittering glimpse of joy
My childhood is suddenly gone
Like the painted horses came to life
And walked away
“It’s ok” I tell myself
“At least the pizza is the same”
It’s the memories
Not the thing
Some people stink like that carpet
Thats been sitting there since I was born
Or the cigarette smoke
From the casino inside
It smells the same
Greasy pizza and wilted salad
That's nice
It’s the memories
Not the thing