I saw a clown performing while aloft.
His costume mostly yellows, blues, and white,
And mostly upside down. His hat was doffed;
This young, and slightly awkward bird in flight.
A splash of sun, canary on a wire;
A little clumsiness, before he hovered,
And grabbed the ropes, and climbed a little higher,
And slipped a tiny bit, and then recovered.
Then something happened: gravity was gone.
He might have flown. I think I saw him start.
I couldn't tell. The ground that I was on
Was fading. There was only he, his heart,
And bravery midair, and greatest ease...
My son, this daring man on his trapeze.


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Was fading.
ahhhhhhh, very nice. Thank you.
Raney