during the otherwise scheduled regular order

I'm reminded of an old song;

one that enters one's brain and

circles ‘round and ‘round and

doesn’t stop spinning even when

another tune is purposely introduced into

your consciousness to take its place

which fades, fails, and drops by the wayside.

during the early years, Roseanne D'Spirito,

in crisp-white Sunday morning dress,

fell from the spinning merry-go-round

in the little, cracked tar-smeared park

while those of us who didn’t fall, spun on

in our happiness passing her as she

struggled to recover her equilibrium 

in an almost freeze-frame event.

there she is! there she goes! there she is again!

as in the here and now, the old song fades

into the distance replaced by Roseanne D'Spirito,

angel of the bleeding knees, readying herself to latch-

on to the first appropriate handlebar and when it arrives,

Roseanne D'Spirito grabs the bar and

runs with the speed of the platform and then leaps aboard.

damn the bleeding knees! this girl's no shrinking violet!

‘round and ‘round and ‘round and ‘round spinning through

what otherwise could be a different scheduled regular order.