I Was Sleeping Poem by vince gullaci

I Was Sleeping



The magician's
sleight of hand
deceived my eye
into helping me
believe
what I wanted
on waking
I saw my collage
was his
bag of tricks.

Wednesday, October 4, 2006
Topic(s) of this poem: waking
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