Wednesday, June 13, 2007

After the Carnival

Painted faces
rush
the door

then promptly plop
upon the
floor.

Huddled close
to watch
cartoons

They sleep
away the
afternoon.

Carried soon
to bed
I find

A rainbowed
spot of drool
behind
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