i live my life in a hundred years
of one day
through sepia-toned pictures
long seen;
of carnival lights and side show banners,
spinning plates and circus rings.
flying high, no safety net,
no partner to catch my leap.
ring leader and animal trainer,
placating the moody clowns with their
frowns and smiles and painted on tear-drops.
daydreaming about the next show
the next town, the next stop
always in sepia, no black and white.
a hundred years of one long day
lived before a crowd, but for one
two, three sleepy lions on stage.
one center ring.
in pictures taken quickly
the flash blurs the faces.
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