The World A’Fair

Battered and fried apples dusted
with powder sugar cost five dollars
and to no one’s surprise,
there’s a line out the door.

Nearby are many types of beer
and foreign-sounding foods,
everyday becoming more familiar
like brown eyes and funny names.

We’re at the fairgrounds,
the most traditional of places,
where locals race cars and
4-H holds youth competitions.

There’s food, crafts and dancing,
from every continent in the world,
but what’s really on display
is the very best of humanity.

*A World A’Fair is an international festival held annually near Dayton, Ohio.



Society is unity in diversity.
George Herbert Mead

This poem was written on May 7, 2023.

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Brian Mueller

Brian is a poet and graphic designer devoted to finding deeper meaning and beauty through living a spiritual life in community with others. He lives in Dayton, Ohio and practices writing poetry daily. Whenever possible he comes together with others seeking understanding through honesty and personal contemplation.

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