We’ve found a carnival! The street blossoms with colored lights!
And filled with people – Is this street always filled with people?
A few moments ago we ran into a shop to escape the rain
The raindrops were so heavy it was like standing beneath a
Waterfall
Now everyone is outside again – we splash through puddles
Of green, red, amber,
See, the sky is clearing. The clouds gather to say good-by behind
The volcano See, in the east a few stars are shining dimly
Through the haze of the city.

Three musicians stand on the roof of a car. There is a horn
A guitar and an accordian
As they play, the colors rise and fall to the beats of the music
Now there is a great cheering! We try to see what is going on
But all we see are cascades of dancing colors
Quick! Look! We clap our hands
It is the magnificent fire eater,
rising over the heads of the people
Savoring his marvelous flame!
How he dances with the brightness
Flaring out just ahead of him
Will he really swallow it? He opens his mouth and
Tongues of fire dance away. The music plays louder
But not as loud as the cheers of the people
Does he dance across an invisible wire
Strung from building to building?
Does he ride a unicycle or a dragon?
Are we the victims of a grand illusion –
Or have we had too much to drink?

All night long, we see the air dancing with magic colors.
In the morning we awaken to the sound of the
Street-sweepers singing mournful love songs
To the sun.

I hope this is the right place to submit poems for us blogless ones.

My poem for prompt #90 is Firing up Buskerfest

my poem

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star of David</a

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Melanie Bishop