The year I went to the state fair
I was prone to getting lost in crowds.
I spent the entire afternoon at a demo
watching a man clean glasses for people.
His pitch was the cleaned glasses
would not fog up.
His fog maker steamed vapor
and he proved his claim true.
The man sold many jars of this cleaner.
I bought one with dropped change I collected.
Eventually my eldest brother found me
where I stood with clean glasses.
He jerked me up and carried me on his hip
back to the midway.
We waited by the candy apple stand
for the family to reassemble.
He did not buy me a candy apple
while we waited a few minutes.
He held my hand
until we entered the car for the ride home.
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