A Juggler's Trick
The day happened,
played upon the tabor
and
frisked away like a juggler's trick.
The hot sun cooled off,
erased my existence
and
left.
Cold night climbed down
naked and mad
with the moon on her face
and
a necklace of stars
around her neck.
The anklets jingled.
The night stole my being
and
frisked away.
Even the night proved a juggler's trick.
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