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Tree Top Dancers
and Circus Clowns

The neighbors moved away. 
They said nothing to anyone, 
they just left. 
New people took the home. 
There was a big truck. 
It was full of boxes, 
and a TV. 

It was jam-packed with animals...
and cages and crates, 
and statutes of...
Greek women holding water vases, 
Greek men with harps. 

The truck itself was all blue. 
Funny, even the tires. 
Odd. 

I watched as they unloaded other things; 
a giant clock that rang...
from the time they took it from the vehicle, 
until it went... inside... (hushed tones). 
There was a deep freezer, 
the size you could fit six grown men...in.
One on top of another...
a side; by side by side by side, by side, by side. 

There was a trunk with a hunchback, 
and then a hunchback with a trunk. 
What can I say... they were a pair, 
I had to stare. 
Unfair, I looked away. 

Then the mom, and the dad...
came rolling up the drive. 
They were in a giant bread truck;
made of cowhide?
A dozen kids on the back, 
and even a few on a rack?
 
A lively crew of gypsies. 
Carnies, forced to retire;
from long days, 
now gone. 
The circus,  the show, 
the festival of colors;
no more...

Come to a new place, 
to put on a new face, 
to leave no trace, 
of all that was left behind. 

Yet how do you start a fresh life, 
from a comfortable place you always lived, 
upside down, right side up, 
cheers all around, 
and elephants that danced, 
giraffes that sang, 
and popcorn was the main course;
at dinner. 

Now everyday life, 
full of strife, 
trying to make things right, 
somewhere in the world. 

The clowns still make some laugh, 
at every funny gaff, 
even if...
it is not in a big shoe, 
or under a giant tent. 

Be happy. 
It is a choice.

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