Choices glint in the streaky, clouded light,
inviting your performance.
Candy floss sticks to your lips,
manure and straw to your feet,
while skin tight promises of fame and fortune
give the illusion of a star ready to explode.
As you flex, limber and leap
the audience are enrapt,
they have seen you fly.
Check out the latest issue of Visual Verse (https://visualverse.org/). (My little poem is on page 43).