The magic one:
still spruiking mystery
in the clinical
white room,
still believing in
something intrepid,
beyond, connected to
the mountain,
the sky,
the water,
the sun.

The rag-tag clothes,
talisman,
speaking into the ink,
into the heart,
into this place
that is almost lost.

The magic one is here
among you, but you are
blind, bereft,
with thought but no feelings
as the earth awaits.

 

7/3/2024