Bozo the Clown
all us kids on my
block rushed towards bozo's
house when we saw his car
pull up
his yard, unmistakable with the
striped picket fence always kept
the curtains drawn
but when he pulled up to the
curb and opened the trunk we peaked
in
it was like light hitting buried
treasure
sparkling sweet
as he handed it out
mom said sad things go on behind
the closed
curtains
11/14/13
Copyright © James Marshall Goff | Year Posted 2013
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