I want to run
away and join the circus.
In this the teenage
of my growing older I want
those who expect to wake
up and find me sleeping in
the same bed to find me
gone. The note will read,
“Gone for a Clown,” or “Gone
for a Lion Tamer,” but “Gone
for Good” to Join the Circus. I’ve
seen enough outside the
Big Top. It’s not so
great. Here the risks are
glamorous and entertaining.
Three rings are all I need
of wonder and miracles abound.
Just listen to the Ringmaster,
“Ladies and Gentlemen,
I direct your attention
high above the arena floor
and request complete silence,
please, for the first time here
or anywhere in the world,
this death defying life.”
♥