They set up a table
outside of the Turkey Hill
The lady said to me
"Do you want to get a job?"
I said "No, do you want to
quit yours and write poems?
And the vicious cycle turns through time not letting any child off to go on the rides
The 30 year old cool kids are emptying their children and youth all over the parking lot. Dirty diapers without an owner that once belonged to their kids or maybe themselves, smelling like a hefty child support court story, full of old bags of trash with their backs turned to their children who sit feeling guilty and don't understand why, aware that they are hearing something they shouldn't, but knowing through innocence and the 6th sense of childhood which feels God and goes to him that they have been chosen to be royal beacons of unfathomable love for sitting there, tragic and alone in their unknown terrors.
Daniel J. Flore III's poems have appeared in many publications. His first two books are Lapping Water and Humbled Wise Men, Christmas Haikus, by GenZ Publishing.