After Teaching Romanticism I Want To Join the Circus

we pass through the gates we pass the kindergarten with it's colourful play area we pass the primary school with the din of laughter we pass the middle school with the hubbub of whirlwind psychosis we are hit with the high school building we are hit with wild landscapes we are hit with fickle wassails we are hit with hoodoo troopers i teach Wordsworth there's always something missing we come from a world that is more heavenly our childhood happened to someone else i''m going to give up poetry and teaching and go into clowning