I will be the Magic Girl of the Peachland County Festival. For even beauty is different than magic. Only one girl can have the magic. Only one, wear the Freestone Crown, the instant after midnight.

The women will fill the stage. I will wait, until they are all on stage. And then … I will not enter. I will instead change the stage. I will replace it with another stage, a fresh stage containing me. If I can sing, like a swing in a garden; if I can then turn, so that the world itself turns, and I remain; if I can then truly turn, and the men catch their heads in their hands, all of them, then….

Then it would truly be magic.

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I have been     remembering

I have been dreaming

those dreams     of meaning

that come from the waters

of dreaming     deep

like drowned men

to the gold skin

of the ocean

I have been remembering

For there is more of water

in thought     and bend

than an arm     of the ocean

more     in thought     of one

than the whole of ocean

She has become the ocean

that edges every thing

her phantom as

the water

of viridian

She has become     the ocean

the folding over main

the universal water

     of viridian

First published in Barnwood Magazine