Circus School

This morning I watched leaves chasing a school bus. They must have overslept and missed it. Yellow, orange, and even a green one were skipping along the paved road behind it - jumping over and under one another, cartwheel-ing and roundoff-ing, like brilliantly outfitted acrobats headed to circus school. The bus driver, who was most likely a clown with over-sized shoes, suspenders, and a smart hat, must not have seen them, or surely he would have stopped and let them on. I ran over a couple with my car.