There were Clowns in the piazza here yesterday.
Made up and dressed in bright and colorful way.
There was magic and laughter while the clowns were out to play, they seemed to brighten a grey sky that was looking down that day.
I looked at a clown in town and felt not to trust what I see,
The fear of what sometimes lurks beneath the disguise is one familiar to me.
But yesterday the town was in a circus mood and I was feeling like one cool dude.
A clowns life is rife with juggling, riding bikes, throwing knives and and risking fears, very similar to my state when drinking beer.
“The Circus is coming” the circus bell rings, the ringmaster enters center stage and began to sing.
But now the piazza is empty where the clowns now stood as I walk through my empty hood.
The sky once again so empty and grey and I wish that today was just like yesterday.