Poem: Girl of the Tilt-a-Whirl

She’s the girl of the tilt-a-whirl
Who smells like cotton candy
With gleaming neon in her eyes
She’s the laughter of roller coasters

Poem: Lena-Go-Round

Lena toes the edge
Of a rusty fire escape
Saying she’s ready to go
With her I’m never sure
If she’s thinking of packing
Or if she’s thinking of jumping
She’s like the tilt-a-whirl
Always spinning around
And I’m always ready
With my ticket for the ride