Disappearing

Yesterday night we  had heard another act of  disappearing. As the television news hour went on as  a battle of bright wits , the disappearing sound played softly in the wind.

He appeared a year ago in a balcony of some one else’s disappearing. The latter smoke was a sound we all heard in our plastic chairs. And now what a fine disappearing  act he would perform ,while still in heavy-lidded sleep!

Absurdly soundless.