Saturday, August 27, 2011
fragments (the show is over)
the show is over
and circus left the town.
a fortuneteller with the crystal ball:
rituals, stones, smoke in the sky.
deranged clown,
no friends, no enemies.
an extended family of pompous acrobats,
skeletons locked in a closet.
the rain erases footsteps and settles dust on the road.
a foggy dusk rolls from the gapping mouth of the abyss….
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I wonder what they left behind, smiles or tears? Were people glad to see them go or did someone mark a calendar for when they'll return?
ReplyDeleteWhen they were coming they brought fear of being different with the smell of wind and road, and when they were leaving – they left behind desire. For we all have an inherited urge for changes for moving and exploring.
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