I'm standing in the circus
in the middle of the clowns'
round dance, far
from the beach

where we, hidden
behind the sunshade
laughed and kissed
Everyone could hear it

In the tent, I'm dancing
with you in my arms
my empty arms
Outside, it is raining

the magnolia's
pink-white petals
on the dry earth
Scents well up

Patchouli, lavender
and gasoline, memories
of you, of us, come
let's go for a ride