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It was the day the
circus came to town
we went and you made
a small joke about the
contorting monkeys
wishing I was as limber,
simianly creative.
My chuckling retort
comparing you –
favorably, I thought –
to the barking seal
was a ball dropped.

I could see your point
about dogs jumping
through hoops,
while you failed to
appreciate my
rhetorical crack about
lionesses eating their young.

We remained silent through
the acrobats and the guy
shot from the cannon; laughed
uncomfortably at the
unicycle riding jugglers.

Contrary to your rationale
my lifes’ messes are not
elephantine in size while
I meant nothing personal
noticing the zebra’s stripes
didn’t make it seem thinner.

It was the day the
circus came to town
and we never, ever,
called each other clown.

By poetluckerate

I am a poet, writer, and teacher who moved from Minnesota to New Orleans in 2008 then returned to Minnesota in 2018 - hopefully, to stay.

I lived in the most urban of settings, and the rural Midwest. These perspectives impact my writing in very unique ways.