SEND IN THE CLOWNS

The line is long
for the Ferris Wheel.
You wait.
And wait.
Then you’re on the ride.
You’re soaring high
above the crowds.
Feeling the wind
in your hair.
The ride stops short.
You’re at the top,
looking down.
You wait.
And wait some more.
Nothing is moving.
Except for the clowns.
Clowns are climbing the ride.
They’re pulling people from
their seats, and flinging
them to the ground below.
How could this be happening?
It could if it’s a dream.
I close my eyes,
praying it’s a dream.