The Clown

I’ve never been a bouncy clown
bright – but not bouncy
disheveled orange hair
orange polkadot clownsuit
and big red galumphey shoes
but not bouncy

I’m a silent clown
and gentle
I carry Josa with me
she’s a sea otter
most people like to pet her
‘cause she’s soft
and a little shy

I stood in the bank parking lot
with her one day
so people coming out
could see her and stop their rushing
for a minute

there was a tractor trailer
parked in the street
and when the burly looking man
came striding out of the bank
I knew it was the truck driver
I worried a little about him
so did Josa

but halfway to me he broke his stride
his whole self softened
as he reached to pet Josa
so gently – so gently
and said softly
“she’s wonderful”
and went on to his truck

it’s like I said
I’m not a bouncy clown

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