My Favorite Devonshire

Two Heads Better than One I walked the high wire for all to see There wasn’t even a net ‘neath me It gave folks some chills I never had spills Till a twister rolled in; I flew free The big tent collapsed and caused panic As I hung in air -- sort of static -- The crowd had dispersed Good grief, how I cursed As the twister took leave, I grew manic More than a hundred feet I did fall Got caught in the fortune teller’s shawl Our careers went on Though the tent is gone A two-headed lady we are called Carolyn Devonshire I've been reading through your poetry all morning, Carolyn. You must be very special to be the subject of a contest and I sure see your poetry is special. Out of your deep and unique musings I chose Two heads. It gave me such a laugh and a surprise on this glum rainy morning. I could not imagine where you would "land" as you hung in the air. What a relief to know you had company at the finale. Friends always break the fall, yes? Thank you for the good reading and I wish you peace. love, Kathy