Saturday, March 2, 2013


I meant to post this poem in February, but the month got away from me!  Here it is now, not too much after the fact. :)
A poem in response to Carnival Evening, by Henri Rousseau.


When two clowns
such as we are
meet under the moon

full in the midst
of bare trees
to expose our souls,

our shoulders,
our teeth
in this naked season,

we see each other
as we were
before this carnival

foliage adorned
our limbs,
and grow calm

in the serenity
of colorless days.

by A. M. Adams

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