The Magic Remains
by Adam Parry
They once told him such a long time ago
in a hospital just in time for his
monthly injection
that Magic no long remains. But
he dances now with atoms and molecules
awed by their every hue,
and lifted the veil from the moon
he remains now with the magic on a tree-topped hill
dancing all day sleeping in a bed of grass
never in time for the injections that takes
old magics away far away.
Yet hard hearts remain, gave up, never seeing the moon
wishing long ago in their hospital beds, lifting up
shirts,
that the magic remained.
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