Vanishing Act


The mid-day sun
Dangers masked
Cold wind from the sea
Tricked me.

The illusion of cold
Felt so real
Careful that the heat
Does not compete.

Looking up at the sky
Mostly blue
Shivering a bit
Slipping into sleep and out of it.

Rolling clouds
Moving in towards the land
As I lay watching the act
Daydreaming under my hat.

Dark glasses dull the senses
Vision impaired
Tumbling forms in the sky
The acrobats spin and fly.

The clouds approach
In that cold air
Shapes getting so thin
Growing bluer within.

The circus was here
Silently performing
Told to go. Banished.
The act simply vanished.

© Louis Brothnias (2004)

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