ringmasters dwindle.
reselling their cotton candy lies
in the name of fruitless enterprise
and I'll steer clear, watching it disappear
not counting on circuses year to year
I'll light the candles anyway
and pray and pray
somewhere light shines.
it isn't here.
mary angela douglas 4 august 2021
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