The Traffic At Goosey Fair

A zirconium string: the Plymouth road clusters with headlights, lures the quiet passenger up from wordless thoughts.
Sparkle is created here, of a sort that will not rival any star: a mundane piece of loveliness: shine in a domestic setting.
In the cars whole other lives drive by houselights of more lives.
Something about that passing, that unknowingly shared point of time and space: the emotive commonplace in all lives.
Up the Tavistock hill they drive, looking behind them at the axled bling of carnival rides, hear the faint squeals from Goose Fair.


Geo. said…
You sure write good! There is a stroboscopic effect at work in your description that is absolutely stunning. Each still tableau is composed of opposing motions, momentary glimpses.

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