Solitary Circus


the boy in grimy black pants
and stained baseball sweatshirt
practiced walking the tightrope every day,
hoping maybe just once he’d fall.

the young girl with exactly 4 blinding pink hair bows
and 9 bobby pins
waltzed across the state,
careful to take only 36 steps.

the ever-so mysterious clown,
could be found gorging behind the stage
only once a day
for he never ate besides that.

and the young woman
dressed to the nines,
with her massive top hat and rickety cane,
could never get her acts together.

so the curtains closed,
and the lights went out,
on her solitary circus.

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