CLOWN IN OILS 1972

You appear as if a spectre from
up out of water, wavering
Distorted until at last I see your
jaunty hat, the flower tilts
The tulle’s pale color fluffs ’round
your neck, your silk bow-tie sits
emerald and perfect
So why does your smile seem pasted
on; why are your eyes so deeply sad.
Clown in OIls

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