Hannah at Saint Patrick's Carnival
Tressler, Clyde
Clyde Tressler Hannah at Saint Patrick's Carnival In May the carnival appears as if the mud ferments a cotton candy spore to spawn the riding children, bright and stiff. And Hannah holding...
...going, I feel their speed...
...Unhorsed, I feel the thrill her face contains and look to catch the love of horses in her eyes...
...And Hannah holding tight the spinning floor of spring replants the lights, the Whip she will not ride, the Ferris Wheel that stops above the darkened trees...
...Like circled beasts that undulate and burn with fiery images and broken speech, the season's animals release their seed...
...Head on, I flinch...
...The coursers turn to whirl her slipping profile out of reach...
Vol. 124 • May 1997 • No. 10
