I asked —
“Do you believe in magic?”
and he eagerly answered “yes,”
thinking his black and white dreams
were as polychromatic as mine.
I closed my eyes to pretend
his sleight of hand was enchanted
for as long as I could, but
there is no substitute for
lightning across a January sky.
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Photo ©Travis Flexhaug, reprinted with permission. For more, please visit his website: tjflexhaug.com.
You really need to get these published! :)
I am working on that every week now!!
Wow.
You’re right. There is no substitute for the lightning.
Your poetry is getting tauter and tauter, and more and more powerful.
Thank you! I’m trying not to resist the poetry – not to self-censor what comes in. That seems to be working.
i agree with all of the above (including the lightning) !
Thanks!