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About This Poem
The Magic Ball
It’s a magic ball
moving upward into sky
with no impetus -
r o l l i n g s l o w l y into day
glowing in and out of clouds.
Sunshine starts to slide
s n a i l - l i k e down to earth again
with unseen guidance
and scarlet in the gloaming.
Beauty trails the magic ball.
Oct. 11, 2012
For Leonora Galinta's
Tanka Crazy - Sunshine Poetry Contest
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