Magic Box




Into his
bag of tricks
He reached,
and lifted
one by one the
magician’s mysteries:
a gleaming star,
a tiny growing tree,
Saturn ringed
in mystery—
a human heart,
a letter penned in love,
a mirror flashing
brilliantly.
He raised a stone,
a blood red density,
a flower blooming
soft and warm—
a skull of death,
a tiny buzzing
bee,
a blue-green eye
that turned
to look at me—
Then swung his wrist
and all were
gone—
while silence
like a bell had
struck,
and we all floated on
in silence
ringing:
our simple
smiles
our thunderous
applause.