Walking Carnival
You’re a walking carnival
I laugh
spying my reflection
in the mirror
dressed up to
strike a mood
battling insanity
with good cheer.
Rainbow hues
and denim blues
sparkling jewels
will also appear
some cool shades
maybe a funky hat
I’ll conjure a party
from a jar
borrow me a smile
I’ll pay you back
because tonight
I am a star.
By Jeanne MacGregor Lahn
This poem was written by Jeanne Lahn on Jul 20, 2005.
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