Slow Magic - edit2

[dukealien]

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Slow Magic


Monsoons return:
stream cuts stone,
sand chokes river mouth.
Dams silt up;
     fail, undercut.
Charred forest sprouts,
cicadas rise each seven years.
True magic's slow,
not sleight of hand, no mystery
but weight of history.

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@busker - excellent critique of such a short poem.  I've tried to apply your advice, eliminating "memory" in favor of an end-rhyme.  Rather than organize in terms of length of process, I've tried to do sequence of events (i.e. cause and effect, to a degree).

The original random sequence was meant to get the reader to puzzle out "what do these have in common?" instead of delivering it pre-digested (the wizard is not the guy who pulls rabbits from his hat, but the one who tells you what's going to happen to your splendid works).  This is better:  the puzzle's still there, but arranged more logically.