The Magician


THE MAGICIAN

A magician
could have changed today,
moving the reality
of where you were
closer,
waving symbols
of blues, browns and golds
beyond
green lawns,
misted windows
or other loves.

Forgetting is magical too.
And nighttime
wrapped in long, black veils
slips between dawns
parting our days
like another woman,
a corollary to love.

For fireflies glow
without burning
as lights do
without dawn,
as I do
without you,
wondering
why.

...by Patricia F. Doering

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