The Fun-Show's doors open
with a creaking subtlety
flooding warm lantern light into
the musky, dirty night air.
Inside the fire burns oils in waves
of jasmine and lavender, serenely
coercing relaxed mines to sit and stare
at colorful drapes,
smiling performers,
and tricking animals trained to be human.
Their joy is infectious, their eyes enigmatic --
The crowd is stirred with pleasure
and applause!
Behind the drapes, before the sterile
evening sky,
the gaze of each clown and dog
burns with pitiful regret,
cherished sorrow,
broken dreams.
Who sees beyond the
celebration, under masked make-up,
and runs to aide me?
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