The
rain is holding off
this
still dark morning
giving
the last gold leaves
a
chance at center ring
to
flutter in the quick
flickers
of the lightning
accompanied
by a red
nose
woodpecker
rhythm
with the big bass
drum
of thunder
every
player in a circus
wants
to be in that ring
the
center of applause
only
the main acts
with
top billing
on
gaudy posters
of
bright colors
are
secure in the faith
that
the audience will stay
to
see their final act
John
Robert McFarland
“Autumn…
the year’s last, loveliest smile,” Wm. Cullen Bryant
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