Summer Sideshow

The fire escape whooshes
into its own tangled
net of surprise
above the parlor greenway.

Under the eaves, two lives
rock and roll
in Grandma’s
sleigh bed.

Beyond the bay window,
cutlery has deboned
any number
of exquisite restraints,

an out here
the lightning-bolt driveway
is swept clean

as any carney
man’s whistle.

The family car
can still rocket
to earthtime

any summer day.
While against the sky,

roofs–crazy as cracked
mirrors–package their own


house of horrors.