07. Pierrot

Pierrot

Anchored by the down-turned
corners of his painted smile,
eyes cast towards the pavement gray.
He will not cry.
Black smudges white,
Ink runs
Paint bleeds
Pierrot becomes panda.
His hat weighs heavy on his head,
An anchor
cementing him to circus life.
 
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