WEDNESDAY NIGHT
Once it was what it was, they opened
the oval and let the dogs in. Outside, at
the candy pavilion, under the dark-moon
sky, children were lined up - spacious and
broad the tents rang with feeling. I looked
up once, thinking to find meaning or some
philosophy of the little grace beneath the
graceful great sky. Found none, of course.
Setting in, a form of mental rigor-mortise
set my jaw to place. I watched the tiny
horse-cart going round and round.
Greyhounds and a donkey too. A long,
lean clown balanced popcorn on his nose
while braving the maneuver on stilts
as well. And oh, the crowd swelled
so with laughter, and oh the
crowd swelled.
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