The Wonder Wheel

A poem for my favorite place. While writing this, I was dreaming about Denos Vourderis, a greek immigrant who promised his love Lula the wheel as a wedding present. A beacon of hope for a community.

Meet me

Where the water isn't blue,

And I wouldn't go swimming

The sludge

Has drifted

Down the East & Hudson rivers

I have arrived via the F train

Coney Island

At last above the ground

Looking through the yellowing, south facing plastic windows on the subway

I see you from afar 

Dirty, but still shining

The relics of Americana standing

Mammoth skeletons of the age where you reigned supreme

It's so romantic

Lights on Rides

Hot dog stands line the beach

I stand on the boardwalk

Unwilling to take off my city slicking closed-toed shoes

Not wanting sand on my feet...

I get some Nathan's instead

And wonder, how much you have to love someone 

To make it your life's mission to give them

The Wonder Wheel

Author's Note

Can you picture it? Can you feel it? Does thinking about The Wonder Wheel and its cultural significance make you want to cry? Spacing is weird I know, but do you like it? I think I do