Magic Poem by kendall thomas

Magic



being born
is magic

dying
is magic, too

we are like
the bunny rabbit
that a magician
makes disappear
with the wave
of a hand

that
is
magic

over us
a phantom
waves its hand
and we disappear

that
is
magic

but there
is no
applause

only silence

Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: magic
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Marie Bliss 21 December 2009

Then hear this, my hands clapping, breaking the silence.

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