A tiny mercurial
ball
Tinkling
like fairy-laughter
Struck my
little left toe
A giggle
A gasp
And fading
claps
Dissolving
with the silence
In little
stagnant pools
Of shivering
ignominy
Heads bobbed
curiously up
Ragged roar
of remonstrations
Monstrous
black balls of tumbleweed
Scattered
glasses, egg shells
Humble footprints
headed off stage
And the
juggler’s cap
Once the
yellow yolk of English breakfast
And the rich
red evening tea
Spread-eagled
there on dust motes
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