Wednesday, March 16, 2016

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

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

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