Dreaming of a Clown

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Small hands rest on a

window ledge . . .
little legs kneel
on a braided rug.

Dreaming of a carnival –
cotton candy, roasted nuts,
the smell of popcorn
fills midnight air.

Music plays on and on,
magic lights flash
from 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 –
eyes, nose, mouth, and
she – always makes him frown.

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