Balance Clown

Emily and Henry
Gary, Mark and Matt
Their teal fiat mounting the curb
Grin with teeth at all, absurdly
Bystanders mix emotions
Some irate, others cheered
Like Carol and Donald and David and Rhea
Currently gaining the steps of a bus
Emily powers the window
And keys the engine stop

Early morning
A town in England
Swift sunrise followed by
Occasional blue sky
Old men in mysterious conversation outside the community centre
In aprons

Two red umbrellas hang on a barbed wire fence
The discarded remains of an unknown story
Someone's rain security
Lost

Suspicious junkie, head bowed holy
Passed out, outside the Shanghai
His head bowed holy, almost to the floor
With his arse still on the chair
A Cherubim of contortion, a balance, clown
Up to touch the pivot now