Failed Facade

An empty seltzer bottle hangs loosely in his hand Dust covers the surrounding seats The trapeze swings lazily in an errant breeze Applauded by the rustling of fall tinged leaves. A rusting train bleeds on forgotten tracks Tattered banners beckon the past. He stares into an abyss of melancholy Tweets his red nose, toots his wacky horn, Wipes a final tear from his eye His sad facade no longer a prop. 2/27/2020