Street Performer Poem by Mark Heathcote

A circle has formed
let's hope it doesn't disband.
Street-performer, you've
them eating out of your hand.

They're all in awe
of your raw-amazing talent
He looks so confident
and boy, is he gallant.

Fire eating and-
spinning five china plates.
As the audience
holds their breath, he hesitates.

Then one by one he
catches each plate from falling
someone there cries he's good
he sure found his calling.

Coins aplenty are-
tipped into his olive cap.
One man shouts good-performance
and then everyone claps.