a sun arcs across the sky
shadow’s one way drift
wavelets in the pond
and branches bend
from a bullying wind
dusk approaches
the quieter I get
the better chance this pen has
of tuning in to breaking news if I
look hard there’s got to be some
unusual highwire act of new lovers
or a juggler throwing up raw emotions
or a serious clown with the damnedest jokes
did I mention the poem after this
is a free ticket to a popup circus
that just arrived in town?
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