The Clown wasn’t Crying

When the Ferris wheel worshiped azure,

the sun gave me a crown.

April breeze bowed before me and

dashed to catch a balloon.

 

It was too late.

 

The carefree one glided across the park,

now apple-size up in the sky.

Purple flowers leaned forward in slow motion and

music faded out. I heard

nothing. I saw nothing.

I said nothing.

Out of Town

“I am tomorrow, or some future day, what I establish today. I am today what I established yesterday or some previous day.” ~ James Joyce

And … my creative sensibility needs time off to meet tomorrow.

Out of Town

I won’t be able to read or respond to comments for the next five days.

I’ll be right back. See you soon!

~Lonely Daffodil