Dainty, young girl trading in
the first grade for face paint.
She preferred the trapeze to the
covered in the glow of the big lights,
she had to be one of the boys.
She shyly excited the world
she was encased in.
Her mask was nothing more than
her peculiar nature was nothing more than,
The animals of the circus spoke to her.
She could feel their energy
before each show went on.
We was a spark,
leaving normalcy for a life under
the big top.
Set ablaze on the main stage,
she pondered what school was like,
what kids would do, and where she would be otherwise.
As this thought passed, she approached the animals,
stroked one’s frame and smiled.
she approached the trapeze
Another day at the circus.