Finds in a Sketch
There were shirtsleeves rolled up
and muscles tight and pressed,
and somewhere in the distance
lions roared their same complaint,
a sound that seemed soft as velvet.
Then the pulling and shifting, and
the circus tent came down, floating,
a cloud of dusty dry summer, a rising
curtain that nature couldn’t suppress.
The game was up. The work was done.
I stood in that emptying field with sun-
bleached posters in pieces across
the ground, and a tiny woman said,
“Same time next September, luv.”
And I wanted to push this year
into the next as fast as it would go.
Written to prompt at Miz Quickly’s Catch and Release #1 and shared with #APoemADay on Twitter ©Misky 2021. Words to use are: pulling, sketch, shift, tent, feel, same, finds, pushes, work, game, pieces, circus.