Big nose pulls me in,
flat feet flap,
lurching to stretch the moment
when I pratfalls down.
The summer crowd is elastic,
heats up like noontime.
I juggles umbrellas and baseball caps,
squirts men with her fat daisy,
unicycle weaves
among the bears and monkeys,
picks up so much speed round and round
the ring blurs golden.
When the applause fades,
the cycle stops with no rider,
only a pair of suspenders and
a smear of laughter in the tented air.
