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My brother thrilled to pummel and punch

that red-nosed clown again and again—

an inflatable plastic sack with a round weighted base—


and always the clown returned to standing.

Forty years later, I still don’t want to punch anything,

wish, instead, I could be more like that red and blue Bozo,


could roll and twist and spin each time

life knocks me over, and though I wobble,

though I bob, I would defy the laws of physics


return to standing, yes I would,

and find a way to smile.


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