Send in the Clowns

Isn't that funny?

Something random

Here's a poem I wrote in May of 2000:

Ella Fitzgerald

There is a seven-pointed star caught in my throat
the sound it makes when I sing
is so pure and so clean
all the words fall from me
whole
and well-meaning
warm rain on the face butter cream pearls
this thing violently lodged
is softening the world with its terror