639 The magic show 12-10-16 (go to 580 for key word search)

Why do we rush to the magic show?
Why do we wish it to be so?
We have forgotten:

It is real!

We miss it,
unnecessarily.
For to miss something is to have
had it once before.

The magic man waves his wand
above his empty black top hat.
Presto!
A raccoon, wearing plastic
rabbit ears
crawls out, ass backwards
grinning.
The crowd goes wild.

For somewhere in a far corner of
their round minds
is an ancient memory,
twisted and twinned
around and around itself
struggling to unwind.
A kinked, snarled-up slinky
seeking only to be able to
plunk
down
flights
of
stairs,

Escher-like,

stars.

the
to
up

About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2020 and it's 72! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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