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How.

Poetry & Prose | April 23, 2012

by Knar Bedian

they ask, How do you know?
How? You know when your hand touches theirs, when their smile
seems as beautiful as the last 3 minutes of a sunset.

they ask, How do you feel?
How? You feel as if you drank warm tea with milk, but it was stirred just so,
so when you drink it, the warmness gives you shivers.

they ask, How do you seem?
How? You seem like you have just watched a magician, dazed by his
unworldly tricks, surprised, confused, but all the while knowing,
you don’t ask or question.

The magic is in the wonder of not knowing
How.