Naiad Of The Carnival Tank

A summer boardwalk of pink cotton candy, melting dreamsicles, watermelon sherbert, vanilla taffy, black currants, raspberry musk, sandy beach grass, and ozone lightly breezing over seawater. Gleaming Girl, how intimately pure and free The gaze you send the crowd, As though you know the dearth of beauty In its sordid life. We need you—my Limousine-Lady, The bull-necked man and I. Seeing you here brave and water- clean, Leaven for the heavy ones of earth, I am swift to feel that what makes The plodder glad is good; and Whatever is good is God. The wonder is that you are here; I have seen the queer in queer places, But never before a heaven-fed Naiad of the Carnival-Tank! - Anne Spencer art: The Circus, Salvador Dali 1921