Street MagicBy: Julia VinogradI have seen screams deserted by their owners,wandering the streets looking for a way home,any home. I have seen lover’s hands flowering over fleshtill elevators go down on each otherand drainpipes clog up with roses. I have seen junky veins made into tightrope wireswalked so high in the death-defying airwithout a net,only spangles and sawdust. I have seen the tortured streetwhere twisting magic hurts worse than arthritis,(so many won’t beating against our will)and worst of allthe magic works. Note 1: Street poet Julia Vinograd emerged from the 1960s Free Speech movement fighting state oppression with bubbles instead of bricksNote 2: Israel is still bombing Lebanon every day since May 2.