Changing Moods

I take a step forward
A gentle push at my back
The walls now a shell
And it has started to crack
My smile
The clown who peaks from the shadows
He handstands and tumbles
In the shade of the gallows
And the storm
That great engine of dark rainy moods
He is slinking off stage
To a chorus of boos.

By Wesley Rodgers


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