Circus

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11375
United States
40° 43' 15.5928" N, 73° 50' 52.0332" W

I flew from circus tents
into the great unknown Blue.
My feet were stained with the yellow
of the desert—
still wet.
It took one leap
for the white wings I keep folded away
(only showing whispers
in lunar eclipses)
to spring out—
lift me up.
I do not know if I shall come back down,
ever.
The sky is simply so accommodating,
and they whip the lions
much too hard
down in the circus.

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