Where Laetitia loved

by John Alwyine-Mosely
(Bristol. UK)

I used to wonder where Laetitia loved -
circus dreams came where clowns wept
laughter and elephants danced
elegantly in black and white.
Laetitia never cared:
Ringmasters were voiceless,
spectators whipping
silent horses around sawdust rings
past her Audrey Hepburn poise,
unattained by lover,
untouched by love.

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