Magic – holiday for tax payers

#6 Magic – holiday for tax payers

Wish you another holiday,
an afternoon fixed in perfect gaze,
an idea of landscape lost in
context and being away from
the constant. Interested in light,
another magic, climbing down your
wall, sugar cubes with moist edges.
Perform your ritual, counting vowels
in every colloquy, every exchange.

Less than a frame, something’s gone
forever into the damage,
no return as cliffs hang on
to the orchestra of evenings
and extracts of petals.