Late, me and she wriggle through the turnstiles.
The tannoy is playing The Kemptown Races Doo Dah Doo Dah
Clowns in suits spring briefcases of jack-in-the-boxes.
The trapeze artists are up next. My mind spins off to you.
Only you can reach me. I would have to walk along air to reach you.
You will need courage and balance – there’s no safety wire.