"Where do you want to meet up in our dream?"
"By the ticket booth," you said.
"The ticket booth for the Ferris wheel?"
You said yes.
"I'll bring Champagne."
The old man took our tickets. Winked.
We boarded our temporary vehicle
It swayed as it climbed into the sky
Rocking as the Great Wheel paused now and then
to allow others to embark
to disembark
At the top, a longer moment
"I slipped the old man a 20."
So let's raise our glasses to the city of stars
Before the wheel
takes us down
to Earth again.

for Amy Beth Jenkins