clown

Making the clown laugh
was all I ever wanted.

With his painted on smile
and his oversized shoes,
I seized the opportunity
to create cracks in his facade.

The tears of a clown are the easily found objects,
readily available to anyone who
can light fire to a library, or
silence the innocents innocence.

But the laughter…
the smiles…
genuine and true…
from deep within the bowels of the ribbons and balloons.
Those are the dreams of unicorns and rainbows
that every child seeks when drifting away
into the sandy beaches of nighttime.

So bring upon him your comedy,
your showmanship,
your tasteful humor. Add to it;
the spices of green meadows
and sunny shorelines. The fickle
winds of spring and fall,
wrapped together
in a whirlwind of newly budding and
freshly dying leaves in blazed colors
of autumn and spring.

The desire of true laughter
of deep
from the clown
is the wish-upon-a-star moment,
that we all hope for.