The Approach
Standing in the center with his face painted white
His mouth moves and his feet glide
His arms move and his fingers take life and carve
Like knives flailing at an impeccable turkey
He silently guffaws into a bag that
Envelopes him like a rope
And tied to a metal bar he approaches
The runway and dissolves into black air
Copyright © Rhea Daniel Dear | Year Posted 2008
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