The Carousel by G.C. Oden

The Carousel by G.C. Oden I turned from side to side, from image to image to put you down.—Louise Bogan An empty carousel in a deserted park rides me round and round, ’forth and back, from end to beginning, like the tail that drives the dog. I cannot see: sight focusses shadow where once pleased scenery, and in this whirl of space only the indefinite is constant. This is the way of grief: spinning in the rhythm of memories that will not let you up or down, but keeps you grinding through a...