Bumper Cars

Remember when we rode bumper cars, ate cotton candy, felt everything was new? A torrent has passed under the bridge since then, flowing to who knows where, a flood that swept us up and left us as me and you. Since then we have ridden different rapids, fought different currents and come out dry, but I think I’d like to go back just for a day or two to bumper cars, cotton candy and us, not me and you.

Bluejay

Veteran of old My Poetry Forum before its hiatus. Happy to be back.

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