Wednesday, December 29, 2010

2062. WEDNESDAY NIGHT

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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