The chairs wear clown shoes
on cold nights at the circus
while DJs turn tables under
big tents and singing stars.
Children play puerile games
on top of discarded peanut shells
while elephants enthusiastically echo
long-forgotten songs we played
once like trapeze artists
thoughtlessly turning head
over heels without a net. I had never
flipped so carelessly until you
tamed the roaring lion now
nipping at your blue-nailed toes.
© 2021 | Phillip Knight Scott