Clem

Watching the elephants parade nearby. The glitter began to cascade down. All the little children waited the call. The circus had finally come to town. Clem the clown waltzed in with a broom. He squirted himself with a bouquet flowers. Pulling out a nine foot patchwork hankie. Cheers of joy gave him magical powers. Of all the dreams that he held. In the palm of his gloved hand. Without a smile of utter joy. He fell down in sync with the band. Make-up so sad what tragedies did he hold. A little girl inched closer to know the truth. Wanting to ask, why do you frown? She shyly smiled showing a missing tooth. Clem extended his hand with a graceful bow. Coming up, displaying paper flowers with care. Giving them to her with a little wink. She took them proudly, with a nervous stare. Speechless, she stood by in complete awe. Clem walked away with a quick grin. She watched as if a movie star went by. Oh to be so young, sweetly innocent again.