Dreaming of a Clown
small hands rest on a
window ledge
little legs kneel
on a braided rug
dreaming of the
carnival,
cotton candy,
roasted nuts,
a smell of popcorn
filling
midnight air
music playing on and on,
magic lights flash
a merry-go-round.
Sounds of laughter
in a street -
a little girl –
crosses her feet
she breathes on a
pane of glass –
tiny fingers draw
a picture of a clown -
his eyes,
nose and mouth,
she - always makes
him frown
Nancy Duci Denofio
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MUSIC is POETRY are words we hear day and night, words which flow together and become a part of our day.
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