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Issue 30, July 31, 2017
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CHIRPS FROM THE SPARROW



The long, slow, haunting whistle of a train announces the arrival of the midnight special.  Midgets, bearded ladies, tigers, elephants, and clowns descend the short, portable steps from the train.

Carny people sparkling with magic and corruption have arrived, bringing Ferris wheels, tilt-a-whirls, and young girls, dancing in motion like whirling dervishes, and mustached muscle men lifting heavy weights.

Air is thick with grease and deep fried pronto pups, sweet pink cotton candy, peanuts, popcorn, and sodas.  Wall to wall people move en masse; children with sticky fingers and messy faces. Hot, humid days swiftly pass by.

As the summer days ebb, the carnival packs its bags. The train pulls up. Animals are loaded onto box cars.

 

On to the next town—the Carney never stops, selling trinkets and toys, leaving paper strewn streets and thoughts of wonder—giving more than expected as it chugs on to a new destination.

The townies savor each goodbye, sensing the white lights and stars fade down the long tumbling tracks. 

 

Enjoy Grey Sparrow's carnival of songs this summer.

                                                                                                      —Diane Smith




                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             Carnivale, Ralph Smith