after
glow circus banter
behind
the big top
the
smell of straw
is
everywhere that
the
scatter portage
of
the animals can
stir
themselves to
behind
the prance
of
spotlights
you
might be next
on
the trapeze
I
hear a man say
with
a clipboard and radio
into
the mill of glitter
along
the bottom
of
the hillside above
where
I am sitting
this
affords me
the
spill sights
of
marbles
going
back in the bag
after
they all lined up
and
played leap frog
with
tricycles and
mirrored
ceilings shining
into
the audience
each
stardust parade
braves
the admission
for
a taste of wonder
in
the wander here
where
it still sounds
like
penny arcades
and
soda fountains
and
places that never left
the
way they used to be
EJR
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