The Fairground Closes for the Night

The  whirligigs above will stop,
fold and rest their metal wings
for the night.

The cars and 
those in them 
will not collide.

Gravity returns, granting 
peace and stillness from the 
movements of the day.  

The weary attendants 
will slump their shoulders,
sighing in relief.

So too, will the teddy bear 
in the claw machine once 
the current shuts off.  

Bullets will not hit 
the paper stars 
beyond them.  

The spinning horses
will not dance up and 
down on their poles.

The saddle ride 
will not buck 
anyone off.

The coaster will freeze 
at the top
of the  descent.

And the fairground 
will sleep again once
the last shadow retreats.