Magi

4 Oct

“Have some faith,” he offers, extending a marigold basket,

Is it round and white and spongy? I ask

“And sticky and drips from trees.”

Is it brittle and lined and aged? I ask

“And soaked in delta waters.”

Is it gnarled and craven and smiling? I ask

“And gurgles on its deathbed.”

Is it close and warm and vicious? I ask

“And lives in your childhood dreams.”

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3 Responses to “Magi”

  1. M4 October 4, 2008 at 11:37 am #

    I like the way the combination of words roll off my tongue…like waves slipping away from craggy rocks.

    Love the images each of the lines conjure as well.

  2. Aunty G October 4, 2008 at 2:31 pm #

    “Painfully esoteric” is the right phrase
    In this post, you and i are out of phase
    The words do conjure
    But leave me innure
    Shall move on — for others to come and graze.

  3. Orange Jammies October 4, 2008 at 10:06 pm #

    M4: 🙂

    Aunty G: Sorry! Public programming shuts down every once in a while.

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