The Clown II

The cloud stayed, sun veiled
and later on the fog came
down, despite a starry, starry
night, I could see nothing:
clown

all my steps clumsy, awry,
all my sights ill-aimed -
no focus, no luck

all those I left behind:  some
in the ground, some dust and
ashes, some are laughing, some
shrug their shoulders, indifferent,
some bat their lashes, turn
away

and in the indifferent day,
the cars passed by - up the
hill and down, and I looked
out of my window at the rain
wondering at my costume:  puck -
why am I a clown:  clown
in motley, clown in harlequin

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