The net is down now
that kept them one or two
to a side.
They flow between the two poles,
ragged with assurance,
and mingle
in a tattered circle:
they expect clowns and lions,
a ringmaster to entertain them.
But there are no dancing bears
and the juggling is crude.
The hoopaballoo is gone.
bkb
used with permission
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