fair, ground, attraction

hocus pocus
focus woke us
frenzied sugar
melting candy canes,

patiently waiting,
smiling at paintings,
lost in word play
thrown away for the taking
by an angel of the same thing,
it’s not waning this craving,
silent tongues snaking;
saving savoured favourites;
I was not mistaking,
I was not mistaken,

I’m tasting candy floss on the sweet carousel.