quick, under the
thick layer of ceruse,
they will vamoose, but you
just might, when the light’s right,
catch a glimpse of ghosts of past love
staring from deep down through the eyes of a clown.
Written for Poetic Bloomings.
Image credit: The Happy Amateur (age 10…many moons ago…)
The caption reads “A sad clown.”
Live for the Love of it,
The Happy Amateur
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