i once knew a circus performer;
he tucked my heart oh-so-cunningly
beneath a pretentious Superman cape
and disappeared into the night.
i felt the warmth sidle out the gaping tent flap
after him, and into the winter air –
but i didn’t even notice it was gone until
the sounds of cabaret and carousel
gave way to morning light.
he had dropped it into a nearby patch of scrub
don’t be fooled;
those circus performers are more careless than they seem.
(Image by elaine abberly.)
