You laughed at clowns shambling by.
We cheered the parading elephants
marching to drums and calliope.
Trapeze artists, twirling their capes,
suggested on earth their aerial grace.
A donkey passed pulling the rope
that dragged behind him a dozen clowns
I bought us burgers and lemonade.
You ate my pickle. I ate your chips.
Vendors came selling balloons
and pictures of the watching crowd.
I bought you a monkey on a stick.
“Thank you,” you said. “I love a parade,”
and kissed me lightly on my cheek.