The Cyclone
On a July evening
Clear cloudless twilight
Coney Island’s midway begins to light up
The night sky with its neon glow
Carnival sounds filled the air
Hawkers of games of chance
Children sticky with cotton candy
Bells, whistles, laughter
In this magical reality bending
Carni land
A rickety roar
Scream out loud laughter
Draws you in the direction of
The Cyclone
A roller coaster of renowned
The spectacular ocean view
Takes your breath away
Just before you are thrown
Down in stomach sinking terror
You are tipped off
Head long down a 60° hill
Then whipped around a curve
By sheer speed and gravity
A bone jarring
Wooden rickety
Teeth chattering
Body vibrator
Adrenalin rush
Lightener of the soul and spirit
1 minute 50 seconds of therapy
Making life a little lighter
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