After the Carnival

The rain falls in sheets
Chance dancing ghosts
On wind swept streets

Closing night
in our sordid show
I really had no where else to go
And now . . .
Having cast me in your play
Having cast me away . . .
You walk the edge of Darkness
without a hat

My note said
“My dear one
I have joined the Circus
All my love

And here you are
Closing night
after the show
Walking the rain-swept boulevard

They took me on
Despite my total lack
of anything resembling talent
They took me on
and I can’t say why
Must have been my recounting
of our little drama

So now I am
the cotton candy man
Making spun sugar topiaries
For an awed audience
of tender brats

You find the field
You find the carnies
somehow less friendly
And you ask for me

They just laugh and laugh

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Chyfrin the Celtic poet

Artist, Poet, Electrical/Biomedical Engineer, Actor, Playwright, Set construction, Educator, Lover of womankind and single malt scotch

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