At The Circus

 

Baraboo, Wisconsin beams

red, yellow, lime green with promise.

 

Rain pours so hard it drowns

the circus, floods the streets, the tents,

 

the Rudolph noses and ghost-

white diamonded faces. Water

 

swallows the swinging trapeze,

the unnetted tightrope. Tigers

 

and elephants are gobbled

by Noah’s ancient waters.