The Circus moves away, Day 28

NaPoWriMo, Day 28

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The Circus

folds its tents

it packs its ropes

cajoles its animals

to their cages

It rails its wagons

The train

Or caravans

The trailers

Drive away

 

The field it leaves

Is empty

Of the shrieks

And jolly hops

Of the children’s eyes

Wide open

With amazement

Of their mouths

Full of sugar cotton

Lollipops

And their hands

Full-laden with

Fake jewelry

 

The field it leaves

Remains abandoned

By the magic

It held on

All summer

 

Summer’s gone.

 

© 2012 Mariya Koleva

Author: soul mary

Writer, poet and reader

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