Flower Rollercoaster
I’m a girl with a red hat, wearing my hair slightly long, wandering
Along a sidewalk, kicking pebbles and tapping my cane, trying to
Not swing my hips too widely, but the rollercoaster makes me afraid.
I go up and up and up, and I know once again I’ll go down.
The air around me is sweet, like cotton candy. Flowers are singing
For me to just relax, sweet pink flowers that are blooming quickly
In saint’s eyes. Clouds above me know that my stomach will
Fall, but that the rollercoaster will be flat once again, and hold
The strings steady for me. I hold on to the bar, and my hat.
