The Bells

 Today the circus poster
is scabbing off the concrete wall
and the children have forgotten
if they knew at all.

Father, do you remember?
Only the sound remains,
the distant thump of the good elephants,
the voice of the ancient lions
and how the bells
trembled for the flying man.

I, laughing,
lifted to your high shoulder
or small at the rough legs of strangers,
was not afraid.

You held my hand
and were instant to explain
the three rings of danger.


Oh see the naughty clown
and the wild parade
while love love
love grew rings around me.

this was the sound where it began;
our breath pounding up to see
the flying man breast out
across the boarded sky
and climb the air.

I remember the color of music
and how forever
all the trembling bells of you
were mine.

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