A lonely clown sits
On the rock-wall partition.
He’s waiting to make someone laugh.
But without his makeup
And oversized shoes,
There’s not much chance for that.
But let him revolve again
And circle back,
And even his big red nose
And painted teardrop will be gone.
Then the unborn, un-killable part of himself will manifest,
And he will love again.
-jenn long
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