Teacher
told me
I
would love the circus
but
it was stale sweat and sewer
Bejeweled
elephants
in
somber procession
carried
bikinied beauties
on
their backs
feathered
costumes tickled
without
relief for sad eyes
No giddy gulps
of excitement
for trapeze
artists flying overhead
Clowns
with sinister smiles
tumbled,
bumbled
without
laughter’s reward
Only
the jugglers
extracted
my pity
eyes
on each
ball
tossed into the air
stealing
glances
hoping
another would drop
their
spheres first
No
one was brave enough
not
even the strong man
to
step out of the ring
and
ride an elephant
into
the stars
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