In response to The Daily Post prompt: juxtapose.
He steps inside and pirouettes,
Gracefully circling the displays
Of fragile pyramids of china ballerinas
And stacks of orange-haired clowns balanced on one another’s outstretched hands.
One false move and the monumental constructions
Could collapse in a crash of carnival catastrophe.
The possibility prompts him to tremble with anticipation.
Who could fault him for losing his balance
On a stray banana peel?
Can he exercise the discipline of the dancer?
Or will he play the clown
Reveling in the destruction of the perfectly engineered showcase?
Leave now! Don’t even imagine the thrilling downfall of everything dainty…
Too late—an errant elbow moves of its own accord.