We'll Need a Sturdy Wagon

like calliope, breath
 held, crouched under bleachers
       reaching out,   
grazing wooden wheel carrying
  the fat lady,
swooning for fists buried
     inside her crevices,
  wondering if her mother taught her
Look, But Don’t Touch. Hello?
Are you there?

Words Count with Mama Zen at Real Toads: CIRCUS

AND (speaking of circuses) this is #6 of 30 Poems in November to benefit Center for New Americans!