The carnival is over. The high tents,
the palaces of light, are folded flat
and trucked away. A three-time loser yanks
the Wheel of Fortune off the wall. Mice
pick through the garbage by the popcorn stand.
A drunken giant falls asleep beside
the juggler, and the Dog-Faced Boy sneaks off
to join the Serpent Lady for the night.
Wind sweeps ticket stubs along the walk.
The Dead Man loads his coffin on a truck.
Off in a trailer by the parking lot
the radio predicts tomorrow's weather
while a clown stares in a dressing mirror,
takes out a box, and peels away his face.
Sunday Night In Santa Rosa
Dana Gioia
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Poem topics: dog, light, mirror, night, time, walk, weather, wind, garbage, wall, face, flat, ticket, lady, stand, tomorrow, high, serpent, wheel, fortune, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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