A circus of errors
keeps tumbling from the air,
inconsequential ones,
harmless, amusing, fun.
Others are elephants,
huge, can’t fit in the tent;
they need to be addressed,
worked out and laid to rest.
A circus of errors
keeps tumbling from the air;
jugglers can toss them high;
send them across the sky.
Flash lion tamers' whips
to ward off those that rip,
through hearts destroying all,
a deadly cliff-dive fall.
The circus of errors
has vanished from the air;
everything’s been put right,
only brightness in sight.
Fritillary Friends
10 hours ago
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