Little Animatronic Toy

To you who maintain my batteries,
Keep my screen clean,
I must admit that I’ve never seen you
And it’s making me doubt
My own existence.

On the nursery floor
I watched a slideshow
Of a magician pulling infinite
Rope from his sleeve,
And using that rope
To climb into the rafters

And escape to the sky
In a waiting helicopter.
It was a cloudy winter day
When it can’t decide
To snow or rain

And a child traces her
Profile in a fogged window
And delights in
Watching it fill in again
With a black-toothed smile.