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The Magic Lantern

          --- by Rosemary C. Anderson

Each and every weekend
we enter the palace of dreams,
paying admission with our uneasy longings --
our crying need to transcend our daily mud.

Inside, our bodies sink into plush seats;
warm, glowing color bathes our rapt faces.
Window to another world, the radiant screen
absorbs the souls parked in our chests.
Something imaginary in the trembling air
illuminates the path in front of us
and we are drawn forward, into the streaming light.
Awash in the light of other lives and places
distant, yet close,
we become larger than life.
For a short time we are transformed:
handsome, strong, beautiful, daring and wise.
We recognize ourselves once again
as characters full of unspoken passions,
unfulfilled talents, hope--
a prelude to something better.

Afterwards,
emerging into dim starlight
out in the cold street,
we resume our duties.