Circus

From my vantage point of 93, I can see

The day my bro and me, I eleven and

He seven, got lost from our parents

at a ‘Traveling Circus”. We were guilty

of nothing more than being bored with

the squirrels and chipmunks galore and

were found attention-bound in an

adult tent featuring scantily clad girls

with provocative curls in unusual places.

We were caught hanging out in the front

Row. Our Dad was curious, mom furious,

Our petty cash, caput.