Jump on, don’t hesitate.
Follow the fat man
who’s slow sliding out of his seat,
dazed from light and space.
Follow his wife, who shuffles behind,
her gray hair showing patches
of pink scalp when the wind puffs,
her arm reaching for his.
–Excerpt from “Ferris Wheel, Navy Pier, Chicago” in Hanging Like Hope on the Equinox by Donna Pucciani (Virtual Artists Collective 2013). First published in Pulsar Poetry.