tug-o-war

circus

Behind the counter
sits the grandma
The rhythm of sounds
brings images
She sees her daughter
on the trotting horse
She feels the tension
before the jump
Through eyes closed
the infinite sadness
of the dancing bear
The smell of the popcorn
from grandpa's cart
The grandchild follows
in mom's footsteps
Directing three dogs to the beat
It doesn't know
about the adult world
Behind the counter (picturale.be)