"there all the time!"
this night
as she dressed the table with its monday's cloth,
as she moved it into place,
she thought
how the table was similar to the night's stars
that twinkle and blink, yet in the day
become invisible to the unaided eye.
as the opaque veil covers and uncovers,
silent twinklings disappear and reappear,
the magician flicks his cape's edge
and
makes his entrance onto the stage!
`t. imaan tretchicovmanicova
2jun09
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