Saturday, August 11, 2012
Poems 2012: Magic
Magic
I watch from a distance
But don't know the trick
I keep my awe quiet with
Things I can't limn:
Make coins disappear,
Sing high and on key
Speak French to the French
Or soothe a downed bird.
I've known those with this thing
A handful of dust
To throw in the air.
