Ones The Circus

I act the custodian of my heart
and not the owner –

 

Piano keys played
wooden table’s
chairs…
worn smooth
and talking crowds
at an old bar that listens –
as elephants cry,,,,,
and old toys
which, never seem to wait
nor be found
in the same place
when someone….
puts them down.

 

Because ones the circus
the other –
the clown.