I hurled my umbrella after him,
shoved him out the door.
From my window I watched him go,
heavy footsteps down the sidewalk,
shrinking into the sun.
I thought he must’ve burned up
and I didn’t care.
But then who could wonder after any man
with the circus in town!
Oh what a joyous distraction,
all its wheels and fancies,
colors, lights, and sounds-
set up in view of my window,
transfixed me through the glass.
Each day I’d wave and smile
at such fascinating creatures,
watched my little friends go about their business,
until with a puzzled expression I noticed them
A clown pointed up and mouthed
I don’t know how long it’s been brewing
I didn’t notice when it started-
but I can guess.
My circus has since departed,
though I’ve hardly considered it for pondering
these awful clouds;
whether tiny explosions on the sun
could’ve caused such rain
and how long it will last since
he’s got my umbrella.