SIT UP AND DANCE

 

 

 

Come sit up and dance

the circus’ in town

with trailers and tents;

men up at dawn

with colorful arms,

hands caked with chalk—

and those eyes.

 

Eyes full of men catching ladies

who fly through the air,

of fiery tigers

whipped through a hoop,

of carrot haired clowns

dressed in lollipop suits.

 

Come sit up and dance

your brother’s in town

with boys dressed in blues;

eagles in red

on starch laundered whites—

and those eyes.