The leaves gather
holding baccalaureate
Children so new
they've not had their lessons.
The circus comes for a week
maybe more
if we don't dirty the magick carpet
too much with hustling through.
The children in their impossible costumes
don't cry as they gather for our applause
unless it's for us
who in our trample for the kingdom
miss Beauty, the sage jester.
oct 25, 09
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