Each Spring Juggler

hair of
one color
sprung up to earthshine
on ice age till of this town's park
resurrected from tangles of railroad trestle rust
a green eyed juggler's curly black locks danced his crimson ball halo - mirror of tulips
our pied hair winks never failing our perennial rite of spring through spins of seasons
he drops less balls than my dollars miss his tattered hat
we string beads of lengthening light
to adorn hours til
we will each
fall up