Prompt: Circus Act
I can see it so perfectly now,
the chocolate stained benches, stools.
We turned them into a stage.
We turned on the patio lanterns,
cracked plastic setting the tone.
I was always the director
arranging the others into acts,
considering how two songs had to be
interspersed with a joke or dance or
gymnastic display.
I really did want the others to shine,
but the main event in our circus was
the final medley.
My parents shouldn't be surprised that I
keep finding myself on stages
this isn't a new trend or fad.
I feel at home under the cracked
plastic lanterns from Grandma's porch.
I feel at home with a broom for a microphone.
This is just a different kind of circus act,
balancing on tip-toes
instead of
swallowing swords,
expanding my repetoire
of tricks and shows,
showy,
show off under the big top.
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