Brass Ring by Raymond A. Foss

She’s riding the merry-go round still
On the outer horse
Holding an old and faded doll
No longer a favorite
But she can’t let go
Filling her free hand
The other to hold herself
On the ride, maintaining her balance

The brass ring,
Waiting motionless/expectantly/hopefully
On the bar by
The spinning ride.
Hoping she will drop
Old toy and reach
Poised within easy grasp.
Each playing their part
Trapped in suspended animation.

by Raymond A. Foss

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