I'm a clown I paint my face.
Making people watch with grace.
For I act crazy at times,
and I speak in silly rhyme.

Juggling phases is my art.
Now I bow and I will start.
To tell you I am a clown
turning frowns yes upside down.

I'll make magic in a poem,
with big pen on lines I roam.
Game I play of hide go seek
in a poem you'll find me peek.

Peek a boo I say to you.
Funny poems is what I do.

Sometimes dreams come true in magical ways.
Breezes turning into carousels.
birds sing with animal chorus
Or people growing wings to fly through rainbow skies.
But always just a nights sleep away.

A poet’s desire:
That the words whisper to him
Of true things unseen

Identical crows
Each one the other's shadow
Disappear amid the trees

It is hard to stop
My anxious ruminations
The path too well trod