Exile and return:

The merrymakers sigh
We say good bye
The tambourines slip off our gowns
Now to night and silence, and
making signpost back this way…but
For now, these warped harps, strung out on bushes, will wait to
play again as friends do.
The Circus is meant to leave town
So it can return.
The women and kids
Will bare tambourines again
And the wine will make merry
The souls of men and women again.