Rain dropsplay,

carnival dates appear

From here to over here, you see

All out along the coast,

then inward

toward

Des Moines where the circus calls

No more.

My grandfather died

With a gusty

bellybusting

Chuckle there midst dust

Motes

Rising as he fell

Or was he playing a game there

Safe sheltered out of the rain

That drummed down

That drummed down

As the circus came to town

In that carnival time, that simpler....

Rain dropsplay

Grandaughter wants

To play

To play.