oversized from her collar to her barefeet,
an abandoned circus tent--
the animals have been long set free,
and the empty rings
without a ringmaster
rest against her anklebones.
He runs like drumbeats, hair yellow, cheeks red,
He runs like drumbeats, hair yellow, cheeks red,
all stretch and half stumble,
to abandoned playgrounds--
the children all hide from the rain,
and his breath paints
the air with fog,
inside the tunnel slide like a waterfall.
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