“A Three Ring Circus”
by Bill Ward
2005
The washing machine
Spinning smugly
With a very professinal air
Like a clown yawning, nonchalant
As plates spin balanced on sticks on his nose.
They never fall.
The dryer tumbles
Its load, endlessly rotating:
A circus animal who knows his tricks
So well he could do it in his sleep.
With a sigh, another tumble.
Clamoring for attention
The dishwasher sloshes and grunts and whines
The eager monkey
That all the other animals despise
For his cheerfulness.
I glance over at the clock, and sigh.
© 2002 William R. Ward
All Rights Reserved
August 3, 2002, 2:00 AM
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