Magic

[robdaley]

Hi Mat,

Magic

Walking through the park tonight, I feel like rotten milk
watching a pretty couple watch the stars
dance to their own music. 

It's winter cold
early this year; he leans into his lover's coat
like some Buddhist tree falling
>This is my favourite bit of the poem. I wonder why Buddhist, is it because he serves her or is trying to attain enlightenment? 

, slow
and mindless, irreversible.  
>I don't think you need these, the tree falling says it and lets the reader think for themself

A quick kiss
on the lips.
They look like they've been doing this
for weeks.
>Kissing for weeks?

Tucked behind the fountain
where the birds no longer come to drink,
>I like this too

a whisper-fingered hustler

palms another six of hearts.

I catch the look they give each other
—sly, almost reluctant
to acknowledge what they've witnessed here
>I feel this is a bit telly instead of showing

behind their mother's backs, then off
they run, leaving a trail of laughter

thick enough to eat. A breadcrumb
for the moon, two dollars
shaking in the wind. I know a good magician

never tells, so I don't even bother
troubling the man to ask
how anyone pulls it off:

standing there exposed,
lying to their faces
openly

and making people want it,
making being fooled the point.

>I don't understand many poems lol unless they are v simple and I struglled with this one.

Rob