Clown Heaven
When Tippy died, I asked Mom where she went.
To dog heaven of course.
So I asked her where do clowns go?
She thought very hard at first,
then mumbled clown heaven?
I couldn’t imagine
how noisy clown heaven must be.
The honking noses, the juggling,
the squirting flowers, and silly string
shooting out of holy cannons.
The golden streets
full of those tiny cars they pile into.
Stopping at angel crosswalks, getting out,
all one hundred thousand clowns
running around in circles.
Everyone takes a bow
for the tiniest of applauses
and little high pitched giggles.
They’re still unsure where the sounds come from,
the place seems to be made of them.
Guy Cramer is a healthcare worker from the Ark-La-Tex region. He has recent work in Six Sentences, Citywide Lunch, DUMBO, and BULL Lit (forthcoming). He is on Instagram: guy.cramer
See more of his work in 13.4