BACK FROM THE DREAD TRAPEZE BOY

BACK FROM THE DREAD TRAPEZE BOY

Character poem – Back from the Dread (D.Bluefield)

Amidst the crowded clutter
amongst the flea-market crowd
I spied him hiding in a corner
calling me clear and loud
-A paper-mache clown boy
holding the ropes of a trapeze
with a gaze of purest joy
like he was swinging in a breeze
-Billowed color-spreckled shirt
puffy pants of periwinkle blue
with vest and little orange hat
on his wavy blonde hairdoo
You'ill be coming home with me
where I'll be taking you
to my balcony that overlooks the sea
you're gonna love the view
-The glorious mighty Pacific
each nite a sunset to behold
swingin' side to side you'll be terrific
total freedom to unfold
UNTIL
sand-blowing, tiles-rattling heavy winds
would turn you upside down
hanging by just one tasseled foot
what a trick my puppet clown
-I would've put you upright in place
but to the hordes of tourists below
Such amazing balance and grace
was like the climax to your show
BUT
the winds persisted blowing
too strong for paper mache
and the bottom of your billowed pants
ripped nearly completely away
leaving only paper pieces of your butt up on the seat
it's time come back inside it's time for us to meet
The grin still on your face
you're shoulders in a shrug
arms up and out without the ropes in place
you are offering me a hug
my universe gone to seed
sprouting flea market dude
sent to give me what I need
a positive attitude.