Catch the end of the ribbon 

 

catch the end of the ribbon 
at the end of the day 
in the swirling fog 
when you’ve lost your way 
  
catch the ripple of joy 
and the waft of scent 
hear the youthful lungs 
in it’s soft caress 
  
catch a hold of the color 
and don’t let it go 
as the Maypole turns on 
the harvest flow 
  
catch your heart as it bursts 
like a treasure-filled chest 
as it leaps like deer 
into golden net   
                                                                                                                  
catch the end of the ribbon 
at the end of the day 
let the fairground attraction 
have the final sway

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