At a Carnival I Changed My Name from John to Duane

One evening, a full moon, at a carnival
It became incomprehensible to me
How anyone could enjoy throwing
A baseball to knock down cement milk bottles
And win a garish, stuffed, imitation bear.

I was not a bit excited about Bozo the clown
Wearing a blood-dripping knife in his white sash.

I suppose it was this epiphany,
Something like the fit Saul had
When he fell off a brown-spotted white horse,
Changed his name to Paul,
That caused me to change my name,
Spend the rest of  my life speaking in unknown tongues.



(C) Copyright November, 1999
Duane Locke
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