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My father-in-law plays a game
with his grandchildren
SUN-MOON-STARS.
The sun smiles. Passes a hand
before his face. The moon gapes,
passes a hand.
The stars, eyes, fingers next to the eyes, wink. Passes
a shadow over the lawn, arrow-shaped,
lifting a metal body
from one landing strip to the next.
Peels an oil film from the creek
so waterbugs scatter.
"Da-ta-da-ta!" and a drumroll, (gypsy voice),
"Circus!"
Magic!
K M Skagen
Trondheim, 21/12/05
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