Conjuring Tricks

I leave my poems like spraint

On a rock by the riverbank,

Caught in waving grasses –

Stripping down to bathe naked.

Light of three parts of a moon

No stars

But pinprick lights of aircraft

Reaching beyond the city’s horizon.

Pushing at the boundaries
To rediscover the limits of Being
Learning of the fears of self limitations
Setting free the becomings of fullness.

Now the sun loses its edge of heat

Standing at the cusp of light and dark

As the cycle slips around

Circles within the gift of circles.

Out of the dust and rubble

A garden landscape emerges glistening new,

Beauty's revealing conjuring trick

Wiping away the sheet. 

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