I have not written anything new in a while. This emerged very quickly from a story I'm working on.
The Juggler
The juggler tosses sunrises and sunsets in the air
Sometimes reaching out his hand at the last possible moment
The children clap and scream shouting "more"
A birthday cake makes an appearance
The weary children drift away
The juggler packs up his sunrises and sunsets in a battered trunk
He walks away waving at the birthday girl
"See you next year", he whispers
She has strawberry frosting on her cheek
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Dear Ronnie! I love this poem! I think my comments on your blog are going to be tiresome and similar - just love notes, joy of your writing! Love, Allie
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