BEVERLY M.
COLLINS
Clown
Silly as a
duel with moonlight,
I leaned
in and pulled away.
Broke my
own heart in the process.
My efforts
have proven as futile
as selling
sugar to candy.
Like a
small cube of ice that pleads
its case
to a volcano.
What is
real, can burn with no chaser
Make one
feel vast, tiny and
naked on a
highway that is the road
to a solid
story filling in.
We can
give breath to procrastination
or to
stillness that brings new light
to the
emotionally-blind.
The clown
under a spot light
without makeup or coping antics.
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