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The Acrobat

The Circus gongs excite the Throngs in nighttime Never Land – They swarm to see the destiny of Freaks at

In the middle of our porridge plates There was a blue butterfly painted And each morning we tried who should

You were my ice tea On a lemonade day Honey from a bumblebee On the patio of your cafe You

Once in a golden hour I cast to earth a seed. Up there came a flower, The people said, a

This spring as it comes bursts up in bonfires green, Wild puffing of emerald trees, and flame-filled bushes, Thorn-blossom lifting

O lioness, your head swung low, stooped on muscled haunches and still, so still on arid reed – is your

Cats and dogs Chickens and hogs Lumps in the ‘taters And bumps on a log – Stars in the night

I believe in magic. I believe in stories, In strange beauty and wonder, In dreams and glories. I believe in

AND still they come and go: and this is all I know— That from the gloom I watch an endless

I can’t stop thinking about raindrops on roses how the perfectly round droplets shine and how they look like diamonds

And thy innocence-ah! Thy innocence, querida, is like a sheet of eternal rain, and piece of childish art whom my

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size But when

When you see upon the walk Circles newly made of chalk, And around them all the day Little boys in

Amble into the churning vortex the purple sky undulate the darkness devours the day Shall mankind grimace and falter the

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