How can
one person
do a work
of a magic:
it comes
along
and draws you in—
the unsuspecting
audience, mouth
gaping wide awestruck
paying a sum
for the show
then leaves
visually-gratified
Perhaps
this is what
you are—
a show
to marvel at
to come back for
but never can
be taken
home
YOU ARE READING
Albeit flawed,
PoesíaI was basking under the sun-the waves muffle the sound of my breathing; and I bury myself with cautionary confidence in the sand and with it the memory of your four faces. How can something lethal be life-restorative?
