carnival.

we're at a carnival,

I turn around and you are nowhere.

I wander behind the tents and

I see a wagon that looks different than the rest.

how it glows in the summer night.

st. stephen you are to me.

and your smell is what I remember.

we forget the name of that song

I heard in your car.

you said we'd never forget.

there are too many people here,

and I can't hear you.

the heat is too much.

you say it's ok.

but I know it never will be.

let's walk awhile in the hills.

do you hear that bird?

it's a whippoorwill lost.

the moon sailing home 

is never lost.

sven.

october 1940. lee russell. delta co. fair, co.

library of congress. american memory.