Saturday, November 7, 2009

Poems about Claire: Magic

One night
We watched the wizards cast.

You said
that it reminded you of the seventies.

I didn't even 
blink.
I knew exactly
what you meant.

Silence followed.
I pretended it was a
Comfortable Silence.
You just bared through it
until the wizards were done.

You asked me if I was okay.
I snapped
Yes.
Why do you keep asking me that?

You said
I don't know. I can just tell.

I didn't even
blink.
I knew exactly 
what you meant.

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