where I live

a circus is going on

every minute

of every day


I live in the earth

and clowns and trapeze artists

tumble and fly

over yawning faces


everyone who lives

lives here

and we acknowledge

each other (mostly)


and those who die of the world

often miss the laughs

when they move on

carrying a piece of side show merriment


into the unknown beyond the tent

I live here but I admit

there is much I'll miss

when when this particular


show of my life is over







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