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The Illusion Sleeps MAG

By Anonymous

   We sat in a booth with a jukebox

In the special, midnight diner.

I took the pins out of my hair

And it fell wild, glistening.

His hands fiddled placidly with the creams.

He put sugar in my coffee.

I put my elbows on the table

And sighed - he suggested a song -

Something upbeat, I said.

The two shiny quarters vanished

Into the darkness of the machine

Just as the elegant pair

Had passed from glitz to night.

I finished my coffee.

In the cup lay the remnants of time;

A brown streak at the bottom alone

Was left - and his jacket was no longer there.

My pearls were placed in the purse

And soon the table was cleared

And empty - the shiny illusion was over.

Night won over by sweet morning

Less handsome in its plainer face

Yet, oh so beautiful to me still!



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on Jul. 27 2011 at 12:00 pm
EnigmaticBeing PLATINUM, Santa Barbara, California
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Favorite Quote:
"Be careful what you set your heart upon - for it will surely be yours.'
James A. Baldwin

I like this poem but I couldn't really understand what you were trying to say or if you were trying to say anything at all.