The World's Fair <br />from the Great White Way- <br />where rides <br />and the freaks <br />and the Aquacade were- <br />to the grand <br />temples to American industry, <br />promised a future <br />no one belived in. <br />The buildings were, <br />in the words <br />and fashion of the time, <br />streamlined. <br />Their exteriors were <br />softened <br />into graceful curves <br />as if they were <br />in a high wind, <br />taking off into <br />some promised land, <br />and those of us <br />who knew <br />it wasn't true <br />tended to <br />huddle together. <br /> <br /> The interiors <br />of those temporary buildings <br />that looked so solid <br />were in constant movement- <br />mechanical marching <br />of cows and railroads <br />cars and electronic promises, <br />pioneers and robots and <br />tumbles, falls, veils of <br />water rushed toward <br />that overused, <br />ephemeral tomorrow. <br />And we knew it, <br />we all knew it.<br /><br />Tom J. Mariani<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/why-does-the-summer-of-1939-sound-like-now/
