stay, if you can.
call
me a little crazy,
slip by me—
outside.
…well then,
talking about magic
believe anything might
happen.
he is the one
over
above
and
arrived.
she lives in
each
moment
she says it seems right.
heads turn,
enjoy being noticed
blink eyes and stare back at all the faces
say hello
this is the magic of
one person
upside down
surprised.
"hi."
through
passing
he sees all
one minute
there, the next
leaving.
who has taken to writing poetry while
lost
in
time
just luck.
magic.
thinking of nothing else but poetry.
waiting
waiting
the poem
her
poem
s
are telling the future.
fighting back tears
lost
quietly
very sorry about it
sad
under
a
love
moon-
over and over he tells
the future
they are seeing.
silent. all eyes.
the
moon-
whispers
in flowers,
a very good one, a lovely
fool, our
unseen
light,
its sign
eyes closed, mouth
smiling, little hearts flying all around.
MAGIC
dressed all in lace and
pearls fresh,
she is
glamorous, and she feels shy.
she
is the
puzzle
to give the place some life.
soft she
is someone
so nice to come home
to
magic
of course,
charm
s in hand and
"like hell,"
a little dream
woman all
lace and pearls.
a
wish
unwraps the
known
all
magic
all
love
waiting for things to happen,
waiting and watching secretly.
she is still
four
five
six
seven
every day unwraps
and every day she folds
up again and slides back.
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