Disappearing Acrt
The desert-stage beyond our
Glass proscenium held magic
Today: Wand waved, mountains gone!
East shrouded, cityscape vanished.
Some told of fires west and south;
Smoke settling here obscuring all.
I settle for sleight-of hand.
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Ooops! Title should be “Disappearing Act”
lol Acrt had me going for the dictionary. I have not seen this desert stage you paint so well. Appreciate you showing it so well in your poems. I especially like: I settle for sleight-of hand.
Just been reading Barbara Kingsolver’s words about living in the desert and your words take me back to several good landscapes and sagebush air.