on the dubious wings of dragonflies

riding sorrow

across the pond we skimmed

like there was no tomorrow

on the bank a three-ring circus

plied its technicolor trade

we made ourselves ill

on cotton candied lemonade

kissing a colored clown

with its ludicrous grin

I ignored the dark things

forebodings within

buying bargain balloons

I soared oh so high

until I looked down

on a rainbow’d sky

a white horse then beckoned

and I mounted piety

we sung out our hymns

to a wheezing calliope

from a fraying trapeze

I fluttered and flew

then a fat lady sung

and I tried to find you

but the crowd had all gone

there was nothing to see

three rings, an old rope,

some sawdust – and me...