Night Was Close

I couldn't remember it slowly, this dangerous parade
that commandeered us all, rushing between tables and kiosks.
Folding unveiling fingers like a fork inside a book,

we saw a tomcat grab flames from the pavilion
like video we couldn't touch
or spirits we were not allowed to photograph.

In the sleek red burnish of the cat's pleased back,
aluminum boundaries of the night's razzle-dazzle
constantly rattled, like buses fleeing the fairgrounds.

-- Glenn R. Frantz

Evacuees were in good spirits at Agri-Plex
Assange abused my cat: WikiLeaks insider
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