Harlequin

Soil pushes down
drowning frown of career clown
makeup streaked around
dumbfounded eyes
Confounded lies of soured winks and smiles
leaves them rolling in the aisles
before filing out

Impotent benches, trenches of sawdust
muster the gusto to raise glasses
in wake of final act
The climb, the wait, the swan, the impact
Ripple of applause flows front to back
Severed cord, cut contract

Will we find what we lack in the blackness?

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