Performer Poem by Matt Mooney

Performing on the prom by the agitated ocean,
That's tired of being explosive in the storm,
Changed from an angry turquoise to sea blue,
A man in Spain stood on a stool to entertain:
His face was painted as pale as death itself,
So tall and quiet in his robe of flowing white,
Still life mime for a dime in the summertime;
Strollers stopped to give their children coins
And as they clinked into his little china vase
He curtsied low with gratitude very graciously.