HOW LITTLE

How little
it takes
to kill
the magic
of anticipation.
One hasty word,
one thoughtless moment of deed
drives spikes of discouragement
into the soul.
But in the aching,
slow death
where indifference
is a wine
drunk
until its inebriation of passiveness
swallows
our fire,
leaving no genies
left
for our secret mind games.