by Nikki Grimes
Say "carousel,"
and pale painted ponies
gallop past.
I reach for the reins of one,
swing up into the saddle,
and race,
standing still,
wind whipping my braids
as I fly.
from Words With Wings by Nikki Grimes, 2013, Wordsong
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