a breath and a sigh

magic never mattered much
spells and incantations are
punchlines pounding air
barely worth a chuckle and
lately most of life stacks
a natural order and predictable
placid piecemeal wave

a breath and a sigh ago
in the warm night air
somewhere between the pause
of the sunset and
the promise of dawn
you touched me gently
recklessly upsetting all mystery
a promise no proper landing
dancing between knowing and 
hiding in a never-land of 
grins and giggles
shakes and surprises
dreams and desire

maybe there is magic after all.

douglas brent smith


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  How Did I Get This Job? - collage by douglas brent smith, 27 December 1987