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unknown magician
by Charlie Morgangetting up early each morning
i catch a glimpse of the string
that holds-up the sun.
as it crests the eastern hills
the rays of sunlight snip away
at the string, 'til gone.
how does the sun hang stringless
all day long, trading with kites
until night, yet never caught?
a magician pulling rabbits
from shiny, felt, top hats
stands in the wings, envious.
10/29/2007 Posted on 10/29/2007
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 10/29/07 at 05:08 PM whew--here's the up and down wild wonder of it all staring us in the face. Love that subtle "string" you've caught sight of... and the snipping... really the out and out (almost) unbelievable beauty starting us in the face with one big beautiful eye... it's looking right at you! Love the feeling of this piece! |
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