Trane DeVore

At the Circus

A bear is led on a stick,
dances its hind legs too like a man

(its startling-small dog grin
and the stench of grime beneath its nails)

the bear dances, or fetches laughs
while riding on a tricycle—

the clowns pile out. The bear
feels hungry— "watch
out clowns! Watch out!"

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