Mennonites

In the dank of the dirty amusement park
They slouch
Taking shelter under the roof
That drips with rain water and grime
They stand among refugees
Of stalling rides
Hypnotized by the hum
And beep
Of video games
Transfixed
By adventures
Obscured by
Small sticky fingerprints
Glass fogged with intense inhaling
And exhaling
Pudgy noses
Flattened forcefully
Against the glass barrier

In the dank of the dirty amusement park
Lustrous light licks
The soggy air
Seething off the flame
Of the cigarette
Pinched between their fragile fingers
The glow glints
Off their deep dark eyes
Creased foreheads
Puckered lips
Draw in smoke embroidered air
The smoke hangs in the humidity
Forever staining
Their blue dresses
With its scent