Those Cracks In Sidewalks Never Leave

Dreaming of a Clown


Small hands rest on a
window ledge . . .
little legs kneel
on a braided rug.

Dreaming of a carnival . . .
cotton candy, roasted nuts,
and a smell of popcorn
filling midnight air.

Music played on and on,
magic lights flashed
from a merry-go-round.
Sounds of laughter
in a street - a little
girl - crosses her feet.

She breathes on a pane
of glass - tiny fingers
draw a picture of a clown -
eyes, nose, mouth, and
she - always makes him frown.

Nancy Duci Denofio
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