Poems
Carousels
I. You rode the prancer without the reins: I trailed you on a gelding. We saw the faces come and go till all the spinning stopped. II. Back in the days of five and dimes, we pushed the squeaky racks around looking for that perfect card. But even then the words inside would ring like muffled bells. III. We stand beside the baggage belt waiting to spot the bags we brought surrounded by strangers we’ll never meet all travelling to the same destination.
Frank William Finney is a university lecturer (retired) from Massachusetts. His poems have been published widely in international journals and anthologies, both in print and online.