Standing at mirror,
I look into the image of a clown.
Hair, long with red pigtails.
Face, adorned with hearts scribed on cheeks.
Nose, small but having sparkling glow.

Standing at mirror
I gaze at
red lips, that pucker testing a silly grin.
Colorful dress that sways with many layers.

I look knowing
crazy mannerisms
or jokes are ready to jump out
at a moments notice.

Bell rings against mind.
It's time to get in my clown mobile
to ride the waves of cars to my destination.

A playing field
where it's open season
for clown-merriment to fill hearts  
Open season for kids
of all ages to gather,
as I collect hugs and smiles
for my road back home.