Bob Dornberg  © 2007 All Rights Reserved


when it happens
as everyone knows it canít

that a rabbit disappears
or a young boyís nose begins producing silver coins

with much gasping and applause
the crowd agrees ITíS MAGIC

yet when the wand
of an ordinary human hand

points out tumbling squirrels
a scantily clad oak tree

or the high wire act of a winter sky full of stars
the suckers yawn

and slowly make their way
toward the concessions and the toilets

Larry Rapant
Copyright © 2007


Larry Rapant has been writing and publishing poetry for about 40 years. He lives in upstate New York with his lovely wife Ginny.

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